Hollow Days

The other shoe has finally dropped.

After close to a week’s anticipation the first diagnosed case of coronavirus has been reported at the local hospital. I’m not a phone-addict so I don’t have a solid, up-to-the- minute report on Clarksville’s collective reaction to the news, but in here in the Singletree subdivision the reaction is…hollow.

Everyone is still sequestered in their homes and while there are still a few people going to work no one is on the street: no kids playing, no joggers, no shade-tree mechanics -no sixty-six year old geezers hobbling along trying to get some fresh air. The noise level has been noticeably reduced but I wouldn’t say things are quiet. “Quiet” has a happy connotation – as in you become quiet as you’re falling asleep for a nap or silently waiting for the movie to start. Quiet is a voluntary state you enter in preparation for something good.

The lack of noise here is very different. The yells, clatter, rustlings and bustlings that make up the low-level chaotic soundtrack of a regular day has been gutted by a nervous anticipation, leaving us with a hollow quality of life – and sound. There are only two other times in my life that I’ve felt that “hollowness”:

  • The day after the Great Alaskan Earthquake of March 1964 while living in Anchorage
  • The day after the 9/11 attacks

With time there were better, less “hollow” days after both of those events, especially when people pitched in to help each other. Here’s hoping the hollowness goes away after this one in the same way.

2 thoughts on “Hollow Days

  1. Not so quiet here, seems that people in my neighborhood have decided to share their noise with me which includes loud stereos, leaf blowers, lawn mowers, sawing. I think these are people who just need to be moving. But it is not unbearable. We were outside all day doing much needed yard work and repairs. It helped to get out of my head.

  2. Yup, I’m self-quarantining, which, after all, is really my habitual state. But it does mean I’m truly alone because everyone else around here is out trying to pretend nothing’s happening…

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