Before a tornado the wind is calm and the air is still. The aura is peaceful and ominous at the same time. We brace ourselves for the storm, and wait for the quiet to come back so we can assess the damage.
Best case scenario, there is a mess. Worst case scenario, the roof is across the street. My roof is across the street. The pandemic has left us forever changed, and among the weary are our teenagers.
Abruptly stopped in their tracks at the finish line of childhood and forced to live a negotiated existence. Relationships still under construction.
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