Where did everybody go?

Over in this corner of the country, everyone's being remarkably civil and obedient: little traffic on the roads near Algonquin Park. We carefully stand on the yellow floor decals at the grocery, all soberly concerned, fearful, sheeplike. 

If we are very, very good, maybe the virus Santa Claus won't come here. Slip down our chimneys as we sleep.

The bears miss us.