I can see through the grayness that sometimes closes in on my thoughts especially after a long day.I complain to myself about the pandemic. We aren’t having a large family gathering during the holidays this year. It will be different, but safe for Great Grandparents. I feel selfish at times and also very lucky. I can only hope for a better year next year. So when even though I keep busy and my world feels black and white with a small touch of gray. I think of this honeybee from Spring and then I look at an overgrown part of our yard. The sun hasn’t stopped shining yet,it’s still Fall. There will be better days. I reassure myself. It’s most important during this time for the safety of my older relatives. How I wish I would be able to see all of my kids this winter. I know it would be a risk that won’t be taken. I remind myself, I’m not alone in how the world has changed. I get tired of reading about Covid daily so I skip days and almost forget about it, until I have to run errands. Then it’s don’t forget your mask. I miss some people and wonder if they miss me too.