Meet Mr. C, an unexceptional, run-0f-the-mill common man whose life is mostly behind him. His usually tedious life has been one of working hard only when he had to for the shortest time possible and daydreaming what could be if he only had the guts to act. Mr. C has been fortunate to have a wife who keeps him well fed and appears to listen to his routine complaints about the world.  Now retired, Mr. C has reached a point in his life when he realizes it is now or never to break out of his ordinary, ho-hum existence while he still can and experience life from a different perspective. He has taken two years of pondering the pros and cons of exploring a new life from a new place, before finally filling up his mobility van with a few belongings and a full tank of gas. And on a particularly unspectacular day, Mr. C heads out with his loyal, but skeptical, wife in their rusty mobility van through the canyons of Colorado to the warmer deserts of southern Arizona.  What Mr. C does not know and cannot begin to understand is that in his new surroundings something has changed: he enters a world where few cars and trucks move along the streets; a world where jets and the vapor trails behind them no longer stream across the almost too blue sky above him; where the seldom seen pedestrians wear garments that must have come from a 1950 Sci-Fi film. The birds and the eerie breeze break the silence with their own private conversations.  As Mr. C arrives upon his new landscape, he still believes his new life will be his long-awaited well-deserved and comfortable holiday he has always hoped for.  What Mr. C will soon realize, even if it is beyond his capacity to apprehend, is that the days that await him are not taking him to a relaxing vacation but are towing him into the Skylight Zone.

During the pandemic sometime in April 2020