With every little bit, I exhale. Not realizing I've held my breath for so long, the relief is foreign. What is this strange feeling? And yet, a part of me remembers, vaguely.
Kids going back to school? Exhale.
People traveling? Exhale.
The normal work of friends? Exhale.
The thought of things being normal in the fall? Exhale.
It's not just the inhale. It's the holding. The waiting. The wanting.
Maybe someday this will all be behind us. Just maybe.