The airwaves have quieted, going from a fragmented roar to their more normal anesthetic buzz. No more do we hear about who’s getting rich off China, or how hard the recovering addict hits the punching bag, or who just got Van Drew’d. In between segments of news, now we only hear who has the best deals on used Toyotas, or who should be careful when taking Farxiga, or what’s happening tonight on The Bachelor. It’s nothing you can’t ignore.
Outside, we rediscover the natural beauty of the land. Those placards decked in various shades of red, white and/or blue are gradually disappearing, along with names that we will either learn about in history books or names that will be footnotes. Admire the rolling grandeur of the hills no longer covered in detritus.
My phone is mostly silent. No longer does it ring balefully with the seesawing tug-of-war that we have become. I have closed my tabs, no longer needing to constantly refresh sites to analyze the particular saturation of blue or red between rivers and mountains.
There is art. There is music. There are movies and TV. There are family and friends right there, ready to be reached out to.
Get out and enjoy the rest of the world.
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