All the Time in the World

Liv Ferguson
When lockdown began in March, my sister and I traveled from DC to LA to be with our family. During the first months of quarantine, we'd spend hours outside in our backyard. We'd play cornhole and bocce ball, tend to our vegetable garden, watch the sky turn from blue to black as we lay on our backs, looking for constellations. Those first few months were the best, because they faded slowly into one another, allowing us to savor every good moment. Time didn't seem to matter; it didn't even seem to exist.
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