The daily (w)rite

Pandemic Fatigue:

Pandemic Fatigue: a now pervasive condition for many suffering the long-term consequences of relentless surges and spikes from a disease that has either created a sense of cognitive dissonance in going about one's way and therefore contributing to further exacerbation of the problem or those who have surrendered to the kind of social isolation that leaves one wondering if we'll ever return to the freedoms of roaming city streets again. Congregating, and engaging with others in the kind of way that evokes a sense of wonder, camaraderie, piquing interests, laughing - a space open up to the unexpected, and the opportunities for more profound interpersonal connections over things that matter. A sense of belonging among strangers immersed in the deep crimson cushions sipping lattes around a hearth - flames spitting sparks, a refuge from the constant pelting rain often indecipherable between sleet. Despite its icy kisses leaving a rose-tinted patch on the cheeks and the constant drizzle, bangs protruding with icicles, a frothy mustache, a warming to the softness of a woolen scarf pulled up to embrace the ears like lying in the plushness of a down pillow and duvet. But, instead, heeding the calling, taking it to the streets outweighs those comforts in a sort of calculated way - always in favor of the experience of getting out and about, and the replenishment that comes from it like the first sips from a full cup, and it's more lasting effects.