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Welcome. What constitutes a indemnity to “normal” life? Is it when schools and offices are open consistently? When we’ve reached masses immunity? When we no longer wear masks in the supermarket? On planes? (Thinks fitting we ever not wear masks in stores and on planes?) Is it when the boredom pockets? When we’re out more than we’re in?
For now, the in-between feeling persists, the feeling of being on the ready to of something but not quite there yet. Home is still where we’re safest, and, remarkably, there’s nevertheless more to discover there. Sourdough days may be long past, but Claire Saffitz settle upon teach you to make your own croissants. You could listen to the Brahms intermezzo that swayed Branford Marsalis as he composed music for “Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom.” There’s restful time to tap your backyard maples for syrup. Or just spend a while out there amongst the trees, senses open, forest bathing.
There is, of course, risk yet to be mined — and beauty, too — in our own neighborhoods, as the travel photographer Roff Smith set up when he began treating his morning bicycle rides like ammunition assignments, taking pictures as he rode through his marshy seaside burgh on the south coast of England. “It’s brought home the truth that you don’t emergency to board a plane and jet off to the far side of the world to experience a sense of travel or the amour of difference,” he writes. “It lies waiting on your doorstep — if you look.”
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