Lambs, buds and entwined wool
I do the same walk every day. Across a field and over to a village. I’ve watched gardens come out of hibernation and the lambs grow up. Nature and animals have been totally unaffected by what has been going on in the world. My walk is sometimes the only opportunity that I have to clear my head, think of nothing and be me.
My other world of work, home and relationships feels like a small box stuffed with a huge amount of entwined wool. I'm desperately trying to find the beginning of the thread so I can sort it out.
As someone who's never been the most socially comfortable of people, I feel perfectly equipped for lockdown. In fact, it's given me the excuse I've been waiting for throughout my life not to attend social gatherings. My anxiety at this time is how I will readjust to society, once finally we are released.
I have seen both the best and the worst of people: The selfishness of those hoarding in the lead-up to lockdown and then being rude to shop employees when the shelves are bare; drivers using residential roads like race tracks; but also neighbours looking out for one another; estranged families reconnecting, if only by phone; smiles between passing strangers...