Overpowered by the initial surreality of the exterior, I buried myself in the sensation of

self-isolation.

The official race against time began with standing still.

A murmur of brutality long in the uncertainty of a sunny day.

Everything slowed down

Lethargy danced to the beat of continuous cries for self-realization and productivity

Eventually, turned into the echo of normality,

the echo of a possibility

Fear - hope. Both are neither new nor gone.

The respect for the fragility of life grew

A rethinking of what we value & where to find it

In the woven flower bed of everyday gravity a veil of pollen rain fell