So, a few weekends ago, my parents and I drove to Philly to celebrate my sister’s Birthday in the park.
The streets seemed cleaner and not a lot of action was going on.
Some people wore no masks outside, which annoyed me, especially since Philly is a city and close contact is inevitable.
Then there were the mark wearers. A runner huffed and puffed through her gray mask. Parents and children walked the many streets covered not only in faced wear but heading to town in gear like preparing for a Siberian Expedition.
All in all, the sun shined brightly. What a jolly day!