I walk the loop every morning, after coffee and before standup. The loop is to the hundred year old Cedar and back. Four blocks down, cut through the Episcopal church parking lot, stand under that big Cedar and look up, stare, wonder, awe. Then four blocks home.
In mid-summer I would see a dozen people out at 8AM, even during this plague year. Walking dogs, mowing lawns, having coffee, talking in the parking lot under the Cedar.
This morning I didn't see another human being. Just me, quiet houses, the Episcopal church, a minor congress of ravens, a low fog draping the upper boughs of the Cedar.