Kate sends a text with a picture that shows a table on a deck with a glass of wine. The view is of a lake with a mountain in the background. Her message reads, “Come join me.”
It’s not going to happen physically unless I can tele-transport myself to her location. I do the next best thing. I pick up my phone and call her. For an hour we talk about our lives and joke around.
It isn’t as good as being together at the lake and yet I’m grateful that she sent the text and feel more connected to have had a conversation.
Who haven’t you talked with in six months because of the pandemic?
Last modified: November 20, 2020
