Spring Still Comes
I lifted the dirt filled tray out from beneath the radiator in the kitchen. I pulled back the plastic wrap that had turned it into a mini greenhouse. I gasped. The salvia had sprouted. It was just days after the World Health Organization declared the pandemic when the tiny threads of green popped out. A week earlier, when the country was commencing its collapse under coronavirus, I’d sought solace in purchasing potting soil instead of toilet paper. Each morning I say hello to my seedlings. I eagerly examine them. I gently water them from the cheerful can that once held Tropical Cherry Sparkling Water. Connecting with nature. Focusing on what is in front of me. Doing what I can. Each small act that
