The sky is blue, the sun shines bright, the air is fresh as it fills my lungs. The street outside my elder apartment building is lined with green trees. The houses along the street are nice, not lavish, but well-kept. Three leg-stretching blocks later I come to a one-block park. Green grass shorn low, a few packed-earth walkways wandering through it.
One side hosts low trees shielding concrete bench-table combinations. Several kids play in the dappled sunlight at the edge of the trees. They are attended by a man and woman keeping their social distance from each other. They have a picnic basket which they begin to open to the kids, flushed a bit from the stray rays of virus-killing ultraviolet sunlight.
I lounge on my concrete bench a hundred feet away in the shade of more trees. I soak up the sun and the sights of the park and the caress of a breeze. Children laughing in the distance are the best soundtrack I’ve ever heard.
For a moment I sink into 1880 Brooklyn in New York City. My immortal shapechanger Mary McCarthy is puzzling over…what? For a moment my mind dwells on the plot problem I brought with me from the last book in my Shapechanger Tales trilogy, Shapechanger’s Destiny. But only a moment. I know that some instant soon or days later my subconscious will deliver the solution to me.
I float back up to the sunbright park. It’s not time to be far away in space and time. It’s time to be here and now. Where today I have fought the virus and won.