Invincible Summer
THERE’S NO WAY AROUND IT. These past five homebound weeks in New York City have been difficult in ways I never imagined. The coronavirus pandemic has been both lasting and all-encompassing—and there’s no one in this country who hasn’t been affected by it in some way. My home, the city that never sleeps, has gone quiet for now, except for sirens and one seriously wonderful minute of clapping each night at 7 p.m. for our essential workers. That’s when I see lone faces—or couples or families of them—appear in window frames and smile, and then I remember we’re not alone here after all. Many have left, but I’m glad we stayed. Encouraging signs that the worst might be behind us are starting to show, too, and for that I’m hopeful. In…