We haven’t seen a groundhog or any other critter since last week. I think maybe the Bald Man scared every goddamn thing within miles by using the loud water-sprayer.

It feels quiet. And still. Things have stopped moving, even our hearts.

We just wait. And we wait.

And it’s as if we wait under something heavy.

We wait.

For our feet to move. For our blood to stir. For our minds to spark.