It was a brisk, spring morning with the sun beginning its path across the mountain town I was driving through. The post office was bustling with people inside and out. At the local breakfast spot, people sat in chairs outside chatting. Kids ran in the lawns of the houses along the little two-lane road going through this scenic view. Then it hit me. I couldn’t remember when I last “saw” people. I felt like I had just been reinserted into... Read more