This covers the week of 5/3/20 - 5/9/20.
On our walk, we head to an art museum in the hopes of seeing into it from the outside. From what I remember, it has some large windows. We find them shuttered.
Multiple sources of stress converge into a tension headache.
Our walks are limited to a relatively small radius, so we're getting inventive about places to visit, new combinations of paths to take.
A rending wind pushes us down the street. It sends up a swirl of litter. The tulips are half bald, the cherry blossoms cast to the ground.
Clean air and the colors of tulips and azaleas. One path is pink with fallen cherry blossoms, a lush carpet that will soon get trampled into the mud.
The large turtle is very still, as if it's one with the rock formation on which it's sunning. The stillness of the moment breaks with the noise of an airplane. It's writing something across the crisp blue sky, but the letters are too blurry to read.
Police hand out citations to people who aren't wearing masks.