When dreams come true

It's another lazy Sunday; a day for banana bread in the oven and a steaming cup of tea or coffee. It's still dark and the birds are having morning song. Apart from that, there is near silence. At only 6 am on Palm Sunday, I don't think I even hear a car through my slightly opened window, either along my street or a few streets away where there is a main thoroughfare. The CoVid-19 Pandemic is upon us. We are at home. We may only go out for groceries or a much needed time of walking barefoot upon the grassy patches in our backyards, a park or a run along the Greenway.  We are in North Carolina, not one of the hardest-hit states or places in the World. This pandemic is surreal. When did we ever think that we would be immobilized by an unseen enemy? When face masks and glove-wearing was the necessary norm?  But this is our reality now and in it, we are desperately trying to conjure up a deeper meaning and purpose for our lives...it is when a time like this is upon us, that I see the opportunity to turn to self-improvement and reconstruction of reality.