moving through time....

not the greatest of days. The cloudy weather outside is not welcoming. After writing an early morning e mail to a friend, not a great deal is happening. But my body feels ready for a decent walk.
After this entry I will probably go out and walk north on either Broadway or West End.  Have to stop at a store selling mid size garbage bags---mine are running out, and they are much needed material during the current lockdown.
  Today reminds me of the Monday after President Kennedy's death on Friday November 22, 1963. The weekend was mostly cloudy but mild, but that Monday, with the campus (Hopkins) closed, I walked through the campus feeling an ugly chill in the air. It was as if time had stopped---the campus was deserted. The color of the weather outside today reminded me of that day. Of course, time has stopped here too, which adds to the irony.
  The next day, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, was a beautiful sunlit day. The campus was alive again, with students moving with great ease between classes. It was as if the earth had returned to its axis. Observing the easy flow around the campus, it seemed as if the trauma of the past weekend with its mourning period was forgotten. I remember thinking "Is it really this easy to return to normal?"
"Is the pain simply gone?" The color of yellow, the Indian summer kind of weather---I have never forgotten it.
  May read A Memory of Two Mondays, a one act play by Arthur Miller that was originally paired with A View From the Bridge when they opened on Broadway in 1955. Its all but forgotten as the
success of the second play exploded from the 60's on. I read it once before a few years ago, and was really impressed. See if I can check it out again.
  Well, time to get moving---will report soon.