NRPLUS MEMBER ARTICLE S ometimes it seems like the pandemic that started in Wuhan in the winter of 2019 has held us in its cold grip all the way until now. Even if you’ve been trying to live as if the restrictions don’t exist, avoiding them is itself the tribute that the disease extracts from us. But I have a deep hope for a spring recovery. The smell of fresh-cut turf. The sight of yellow bloom in the forsythia. Children playing kickball in the street. And chemtrails daubed across the sky.