It’s been a warm winter here, followed by a cold spring. We’ve felt terrible fear, followed by great danger for some, boredom for others, loneliness for most. Yet trees are flowering and birds are nesting. We will emerge from this nightmare with fresh appreciation for many things we used to take for granted.

There is balm for the spirit, no matter what you believe. Music and art, virtual hugs, rivers and oceans, lizards in the desert and rabbits in the garden. There is a new sense of respect for the people we all depend on. Everyone now understands how much we need front-line workers, not just to nurse us when we’re sick but to keep the lights on, water flowing from the taps, grocery shelves stocked, garbage picked up, and the rest of civilization going during this emergency.

No matter what should change in our educational systems, parents, teachers, and children will be thrilled when schools reopen. When we can once again enjoy our national parks and forests, maybe people will rally to stop Trump from selling them off.

And when Americans get a chance to vote this November, maybe we will use our ballots to throw Trump and his evil cabal out of power, so this nation, and the world, can begin to heal.