Tomorrow marks 50 days since I have been under quarantine. March 12 was the last day I physically went to work. Coincidentally, the following day- the first day of quarantine, fell on a Friday the 13th. To be honest, this whole quarantine feels like one long unlucky day. But, then again, I can't rea lly say that since I have air in my lungs and I possess the ability to speak/hear my loved ones. There have been so many lives lost and so many scary moments that have been close calls--butl am glad that I have also been able to see a movement where strangers look out for each other, where Mother Nature has been able to heal itself, where empathy& advocacy towards mental health is on the forefront of everyone's minds, and where creative expression has been thriving. Here's to you, to me, to us ... and to light at the end of the tunnel, whenever that may be ... Photo taken on: 4.28.2020, Woodside, Queens
