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Life during the pandemic - not very exciting, for sure. Like most people around the world I spend most of my time at home in my little studio apartment. It's not fun, for sure. I go out for a walk every day, sometimes just around the block, other days along the beach. I do take a bus into Barranquilla most days to do an English lesson with my one student. Yep, only one student. All the others quit because of the quarantine. Here in Colombia we're still living under the national quarantine, since March 24, if I remember correctly. We're supposed to go out only 1 day a week, and that depends on the last digit of a person's ID number. I go out most days and so far it hasn't been a problem and I can only hope that it continues that way.

Expectations

Expect: 1. to consider probable or certain; to consider reasonable, due, or necessary; to consider bound in duty or obligated 2. to anticipate or look forward to the coming or occurrence of (Mirriam-Webster Dictionary)

What are you expectations? Do you expect certain things to happen? Do you expect certain people to do certain things? What happens when these expectations do not come to pass? How do you feel?

A new poem - Waiting No Longer
by Chip Wiegand

Logan's Meadow

Chip Wiegand

Logan's Meadow

The stars shone brightly above, twinkling in soft whites, reds, blues, and greens, the breeze was gentle and refreshing on his skin. The moon, looking like a crescent of white bread fresh from the oven, was smiling down at the world. Logan was laying in the field of grass and wildflowers, daydreaming about his perfect love. Well, since it was late at night it wasn't daydreaming, and since he wasn't asleep he wasn't dreaming. The stars and the breeze rejuvenated his spirit, his mind, his soul.

Logan loved this area far from the lights of the city. Here it was dark and quiet. Peaceful and solitary. The air, fresh and crisp, not the stinky exhaust-filled stuff in the city that blackened the lungs and made people cough and wheeze. He would spend every day and every night here if he could. Logan loved this meadow where he could let his mind run free, away from the busy life of running the farm.