I toss an apple in the air. As I anticipate its fall, I hear the sirens of an ambulance outside my window. With my mind on the siren, I miss my apple that inevitably smashes on the floor and now my room contains hints of a sunny morning in an orchard. This is the closest I have been to ‘nature’ in the past few days. My thoughts are mixed with a tinge of nostalgia and of the moments that have slipped by and the memories that I might have made.
The siren continues to wail, carrying someone who is losing their moments (to a worse degree). People have turned into numbers; grocery trips into coveted seconds of freedom. As the seconds go by, it gets quieter. Hopefully, they’ll live I pray. At least I have a chance to make new memories. Perhaps, one day, I will even think of my smashed apples with nostalgia. Sounds unlikely but hey, anything to be positive right? At least I am not a number yet.
Ah, this privilege.
I continue tossing my apple. I am learning how to juggle.