{"id":2457198,"date":"2020-04-15T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-15T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/?p=324342"},"modified":"2020-04-15T05:00:00","modified_gmt":"2020-04-15T11:00:00","slug":"britta-gustafson-youre-not-alone-we-all-are","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/local-news\/britta-gustafson-youre-not-alone-we-all-are\/","title":{"rendered":"Britta Gustafson: You\u2019re not alone, we all are"},"content":{"rendered":"
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At first it felt unnerving, the sound of sirens and honking horns heading toward us off of Faraway Road on Sunday. My kids hovered cautiously close, peering around me yet drawn toward the sounds of human activity as the raucous noises drew near. We quickly realized it was a community effort to reach out, enliven and perhaps even console on a lonely Easter Sunday in Snowmass.<\/p>\n

Our dog-walk became filled with energy, curiosity and a kindred desire to smile and wave at those familiar faces we haven\u2019t seen in nearly a month. The dreary weather that had added to the loneliness I feel settling in all around us was temporarily cast in sunlight.<\/p>\n

My kids were caught up in the connectivity, so they sat on the snowy hill behind our house overlooking Anderson Ranch, smiling and waving at drivers who in turn honked and waved back. They did it for hours and it felt like something. Something different from what we have accepted as a loss for now. Unplanned, social, human contact, appropriately distanced of course.<\/p>\n

Those sirens and waving neighbors also filled me with emotions. Perhaps it was an overwhelming longing for a world my kids might not get to know. And though it was far from the gregarious and climactic spring celebrations we have come to anticipate, it had what seemed its intended temporary remedial effect.<\/p>\n

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