I’ve been walking around at sunset every single day since I got back . . . I retread The Old Remembered Path (TORP) I took hundreds and hundreds of times when I was trapped here during the first pandemic year. It feels good. I always miss that walk when I am away from it . . .

The sky is always on fire when I reach this parking lot. I have taken a picture there each time I stop to see it. And when I walk two blocks up to the little old town area with all the brick buildings and warmly lit streets, I get a Cold Delicious Beverage (CDB) from 7-11 and sit down somewhere to drink it and text my friends. Afterwards I zigzag through quiet suburban neighborhoods in the direction of home, petting cats and listening to music until the sun has absolutely set on the town where I was born and grew up.

I’ll tell you what: on these walks I feel a yearning. I do! I have not felt this sort of thing in this sort of way in a long time. I won’t explain what I mean because I’ll sound too precious about it. But it’s both exciting and terrifying. I love it . . .