Sunday was a beautiful, sunny day and Rachelle, Jones and I drove over to a friend’s home to pick up some masks she had sewn for us. It was the first time the three of us had been together in the car in a long time and it felt like an adventure. The windows down, music playing, we could be going anywhere! The Dairy Queen! A haunted house! A desert safari! Jones was practically glowing with excitement.
It seemed that most of Toronto was out that day. Some in masks, but most not, and Jones waved and shouted to absolutely everybody he saw. I SEE YOU, HELLO, HELLO!! All these people, everybody starved for sun and touch, trying to return to the world. Trying to be seen. Trying to be themselves again. And if any of them, startled, looked up as we passed by, they would have seen Jones, our little sun, beaming out the window at them, as if bearing news of glad tidings.
