17th Street Market- Richmond, VA. Taken week 2 of "social distancing". Photo taken by Steven King
Dear Richmond,
Your streets are so
bare. Gone are the days of fruitful conversation, dancing in the square,
beer trucks, festivals, and farmers markets. You stay still, as a city
lays in rest, waiting. Waiting for the sickness that haunts the streets
of so many of your cousin cities around the country. We wait for the
illness, we wait for the death, we wait for the heartache and the chaos and the
unknown. We wait. And you, you lie still. Desolate and
patient as the city mourns the loss of the freedom and beauty that this town
holds. Our parks are closing, our streets are empty, and yet you hold a
peaceful stillness that lingers the beauty of the past and the presence of a
future.
While your restaurants
are closed to public, the food is still cooked. While the parks are
closed, there is still movement in their wake. The streets may be empty,
but the city is still present. This market was once full of life and waits
in rest until that day comes again. I
see not the city of sadness but a city of hope.
As you rest and we rest,
as we all contemplate how a new future can manifest, lets not yet forget the
beauty of the past. Tomorrow will bring
a new day and with a new day is a new hope.
Sending love to the masses, always.
With love <3
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