Cherry blossom snow covered the sky, landing on the only person in the park this sunrise, sitting
lost in her day dreaming. She wondered what if snow really was pink?
What if a really strong wind could blow away this disease? She bowed her head with tears flowing…..
she prayed. She needed the Lady of the Lake to rise up with a sword…no a vaccine.
A whirlwind filled with cherry blossum petals enveloped her, as she prayed some more weeping.
Wiping her tears in the wind, she knew it was time to go home, get out of her scrubs and get some rest….
but the whirlwind fell when her phone buzzed. The text read,
“Doctor we have 2 more cases just brought in – we’ve got it for now, but we need you in again by 7pm.”
As she rose to go, she texted quickly, and began walking home in the cherry blossum snow,
hoping and praying
for a different spring next year.
This is dedicated to all the doctors, nurses and paramedics on the front lines fighting this disease.
Thank you! You truly are heroes!
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Rivers Renewed 