The crone was walking down the wooden pathway, carrying some sticks and herbs. She was on her way to prepare a potion to assist a group of people with connection problems.

This group has been isolated from one another for many months.  They each lived in their own personal bubble and connecting could only happen through electronic means.  You can imagine what they had lost.  Not only did this effect the external connections, it also interfered with the internal connections of the individual.  People became insular, fear was growing and distances between people seemed to become insurmountable.

The crone arrived at the clearing in the middle of the forest.  There was a fireplace with a three legged pot.  She fetched some water from the nearby brook and slowly started putting her herbs in, whispering words of love, acceptance, wonder and more love.  She also added some touch to the potion.  It could not be physical touching, so she made it a mental connection.  For now it has to suffice.

After many hours of chanting and stirring the potion, it was finally finished.  With a wave of her magic wand she dispersed of the potion into the universe spreading hope, love and connection to all.