I'm not going to write about it. I can't. Instead, I write about the glimpses and glimmers.
A fire in a tiny garden - full of life and vigour. We will make more fire.
Unfinished projects can change. They come back to life. I will finish more projects.
I listen to talking books. I listen to recordings of the world. I listen like never before.
There is so much to hear now the traffic is muted. The birds are singing at the same pitch, but now loud enough to quieten worries.
Reading is hard sometimes. I will only read books that envelope me and put to one side books that feel too hard. Things are hard enough.
Neighbours are strangers no more. Gifts on doorsteps. Clapping together. Sharing bounty and burdens.
Children's rainbows are everywhere. Their gift to us.
Mental strength also needs an hour of exercise a day.
We need to get out of the way of those trying to save us. We need to stay home.
Love is everywhere and it is still the most important thing.
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