I was just looking at the two posts I wrote last year, when I was already confined in my room in London and was seeing my future plans ruined by this odd pandemic. On my post “The Birth of Spring – Part I” I wrote about how dark Spring was actually looking. It was difficult to savour the sunlight when so many negative news were breaking through our lives.
Back in London, I was living near an amazing park where I went for walks on those days. That was the thing about London. I took my camera and captured the start of Spring. This year? Can’t believe I’m again in a lockdown. But this time I wasn’t able to go to a beautiful park to see the birth of Spring and think about Botticelli.
I guess there is something comforting in knowing that at least Nature hasn’t changed. That there are still four seasons and these keep going without caring a tad about covid. But these last few days I’m finding myself missing London painfully. Missing those beautiful walks. Missing the pronounced seasons. Missing watching the dogs play in the parks. Just missing that amazing part of my live, and wishing I can retrieve it.
Spring is suppose to mean rebirth, but not this year. Like in 2020 I think we’re still pretty lost. My life on hold. Difficult to blossom in such a state, don’t you agree? Anyway, trying to keep positive and appreciative of everything. That’s what we can do for ourselves and others.