I am one half of the #writetobeheard project – an initiative that was launched on 24 March 2020 with the aim of creating a collective diary of people’s experiences during the time of Covid19. Below is one of the pieces I contributed to the project. Visit the website for more creative submissions from all over the world.
I remember a different time of deserted streets, suspicious looks and the breath of fear. No masks or gloves though because the threat was audible back then. It was the roaring thunder in the sky, as low flying war planes unloaded their exploding cargo somewhere far away. Those in the front lines were not so lucky – they saw and heard everything; this, at least is the same. Front liners always get the raw deal.
I remember the firing red and black summer sunsets; the hauntingly beautiful effect of the haze and smoke of fires and bombs and grief.
In contrast, seemingly unaware of the panic and fear befallen to those who stand below it, the sun now continues on its merry journey around the seasons of the year; breathtaking sunsets, just because … enough to make its subjects marvel in awe for a while and forget the worry and the what ifs.
The wheel is turning, and some us are heading into winter and others into summer. But all of us together and apart. A different kind of war. And one hopes a different kind of peace and a more connected world; because peace will come. Peace always follows war.
Living in bliss 