2020/12/21 16:00 FILE - In this Dec. 17, 2020, file photo, a woman walks through a snowstorm in the Bronx borough of New York. (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, File) FILE - In this Dec. 17, 2020, file photo, a woman walks through a snowstorm in the Bronx borough of New York. (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, File) FILE - In this Dec. 17, 2020, file photo, A COVID-19 testing site at McCoy Stadium sits empty as State-operated testing sites closed due to a snowstor. FILE - In this Dec. 17, 2020, file photo, A COVID-19 testing site at McCoy Stadium sits empty as State-operated testing sites closed due to a snowstorm in Pawtucket, R.I. (AP Photo/David Goldman, File)
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FILE - In this Dec. 17, 2020, file photo, a woman walks through a snowstorm in the Bronx borough of New York. (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, File)
Coronavirus cases spiking nationwide. A chill, existential and literal, setting in once more. And now: a winter likely to be streaked by a soundtrack of sirens instead of silver bells.
It was winter when the pandemic began, and it will be winter long before it’s over. Weary and traumatized from months of death and confinement, Americans are being handed mixed messages, from governments to their own internal clocks running haywire on flattened time.