Last night for the first time I remembered to turn off the tv at 8 pm and listen. Sure enough, I thought I heard a distant howl. But not certain, I got up and opened the back door. Yep, there were definitely a few distant howls out there. Not dogs or sirens but people. People Howling for Healthcare Workers or Clapping Because We Care or just making some noise.
I listened for a few seconds and then, feeling really silly but emboldened by the darkness, I howled. No laughs or snickers came back at me. Just more distant howls. So I howled again, louder and longer. Standing on a covered deck, I thought it sounded pretty good. And I was pleasantly surprised when a howl came out of the darkness just half a block away.
It was fun. It was cathartic. And it felt good to be connecting with others in the neighborhood. So I’m going to try to remember to do it every night. Besides, it has special meaning for me. My daughter-in-law is an EMT, doing ambulance runs all over the Denver metro. I worry every day that she’s going to get the virus, and then inevitably my son and grandkids will get it.
I apologize for not knowing how to rotate this one:
Out here in a distant bedroom community, without a bunch of highrise buildings, we aren’t making nearly this much noise. But maybe it will get better as more people learn about it.
Are you howling in your hometown?