On Saturday, I saw a magnolia tree in bloom. The sky had darkened before the promised rain. The white blossoms looked like they fell through time from a black-and-white movie. Only the faint pink and subtle green from the buds told me that it was now.
This spring feels a bit like a time loop. Has it really been two years since I’ve gone to see live music? I asked myself on Saturday, when I went to a benefit chamber concert. I bought a ticket to another show, a livelier one, but I wonder if I’m still living in a black and white movie.
It’s not over.
And there’s a war that I can do nothing about except attend benefit concerts and send money and worry and feel guilty.
It’s not a black and white movie. Spring has burst out in technicolor and life is returning, and life is ending and this is the world we live in.