The sun is shining on my face, it’s glary but I don’t mind. It’s nice to be outside of the house, away from the fortress that’s kept me safe over time. I have ventured out for specifics, I am here after the fact, being here is not especially dangerous, I’m simply sitting here in the car, waiting for her return, and it’s nice to be outside of the house that we call home, temporary freedom, this is a blessed fact. I watch people leave their cars tentatively, head towards the supermarket doors, I watch others wheel their trolleys to the cars triumphantly, as if this is their one day out amongst many. And here she is, carrying a bag of goodies and two punnets of treats, she’s had her outing, too, and for the chance for independence I can tell she’s pleased, after being specifically cooped up for her safety, there are more facts to this story that I won’t allow to be gleaned, we have relished these minutes outside and aren’t we so grateful, these times have changed how the world and experiences are felt, and seen. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Joshua Fuller on Unsplash
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