“The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.”
In The Shawshank Redemption, Brooks Hatlen is released after fifty years in prison (1904-1954) and narrates this line as he ambles his way through a city, almost getting run over by a car. After spending a few days, mostly working at home in light of the Covidid 19 situation, I feel the world slowing down. One could, I suppose, go on at length about whether this is good or bad. But I simply make this observation — I have been sitting frequently on the front porch swing over the last few days (there is supporting evidence in itself) and have watched an unusually large number of people walking by the house. People, often several people, often what appears to be a whole family, kids in tow, out for a walk. People out for a walk. Not exercising (though it is that), not going up to the nearby restaurants and stores (though they may be) but just out for a walk, ambling with no apparent particular destination in mind. Settled in the swing, glass of iced tea at hand, watching them amble by it feels like a Norman Rockwall painting on which I would provide this caption: “The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.”
Figuratively (there is that social distancing thing), there is room for more on the swing. Have a seat and watch.