One morning this week, as I was driving 90 minutes down a highway, past frost-covered fields and bright white church steeples, I finally cried. I was on my way to get the vaccine, and after nearly a year of bottling up emotions, they were suddenly pouring out. The virus has felt inescapable, as it has for so many people. Every step outside my apartment has felt like a calculated risk. Driving east on I-50 toward the Missouri State Fairgrounds in Sedalia, I felt all the emotions of the year bursting forth.

Source: New York Times February 06, 2021 14:37 UTC