Quarantine

Across the field, he watched two young men in blue running.

Opposite his direction.

Jim tapped on the window just for the chance that they might turn their head and look. A wave. A nod. A smile. Something.

They didn't.

So he closed the curtains and lowered himself from the window sill , not bummed, or angry, just...present.

Jim walked to the kitchen to make some tea, and, as he did, smiled because he could hear laughter.

"I'm glad someone can enjoy this beautiful day"