This morning I noticed a silver fish on the kitchen counter (typically we only run into each other in the bathroom). It scurried to the end of the counter stopping just briefly before taking a leap. I had a moment of wonder because I honestly did not realize a silver fish could "fly". Then, I noticed it was not at all moving. They in fact cannot survive a fall like that. It feels symbolic of 2020. Always feeling that sense of hopefulness, but then the next worst thing comes along...tropical storms on the coast, wildfires, not to even mention a worldwide pandemic. Furthermore, it reminds me of the scene in Groundhog Day when the car flies off the cliff and everyone says, "Maybe he's ok", then the car bursts into flame and everyone says, "Oh probably not..."
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