High Temperature: 55F Low Temperature: 48F Sunrise: 6:19 am Sunset: 8:20 am Humidity: 59% Wind: ene 12 mph Chance of Rain: 60%
The last time I was in Tulsa was early March, just as the first pin pricks of concern about the Wuhan Flu were being felt. Looking back, I imagine it as the proverbial dark clouds gathering at the horizon, while the sun still shines above us. At that time, life was carrying on as usual. No restrictions, no masks, no look of fear and suspicion when someone nearby sneezes.
We didn't know what to expect upon our return. What we have found is a quieter place, one that moves more slowly; a city subdued. On our early morning walks instead of the engine-driven noise of a weekday commute, the bird calls rule with their bright and cheerful sounds. Because people are spending more time at home, gardens and lawns are more manicured, teeming with flowers and ornamentals. The sidewalks have less people on them. The always-busy bar down the way is shuttered and their outdoor speaker that formerly blared Celtic tunes 24/7 is [thankfully] silent.
While all of this lovely, I don't want it to remain this way. It's not the way a city should be or feel. It should be bustling and loud and gritty. We should be moving in and among each other, hearing snippets of conversation, window shopping, sharing space. Let our country home be subdued. The city needs noise.