Today was good.
It felt like super American and nice.
I helped my dad put together lawn furniture on the porch.
Our neighbors delivered an apple pie to us.
They did it as a thanks for an extra desk we gave them.
Which seemed ripped straight outta some decade past American Dream.
It made me happy.
Then we played badminton with neighbors and chatted after dinner.
This was a dream day; it had like a cultural happiness of summer to it.
Sadly:
*We built that patio furniture to have people over while staying safely distanced outside.
*We gave the neighbors the desk because they are now forced to work from home.
*We sanitized the rackets and social distanced as we played.
So while as life almost seems normal; the undertones are sad.
Today was good only because so many others are not.
I hope to see my friends soon; our planning is rather shit.
Arden