Driving over to the Cintas Center is when the feelings happened — so much gratitude and relief came forth in tears. Reflection of what was lost and what we are still losing.
By the time I entered campus I shifted into ‘get things done’ mode.
The flow of traffic into parking.
The queue for registration.
The line to get an initial dose of a vaccine.
The painless poke.
The waiting to ensure there was no bad reaction.
The walk back outside with a sense of hope.