Writing on an almost-deserted Covid-19 morning

Writing on an almost-deserted Covid-19 morning

I hung the clothes at the balcony. My family had reminded me to take my daily dose of vitamin D. But the sun was just rising. And the street lights were still on. So I stood and watched on.

joyful asian woman near rope with painted fabrics
Hanging clothes (Photo by Teona Swift on Pexels.com)

A lonely bus passed by. A lonely masked passenger slept against the window. She probably could not work from home.

I heard an approaching conversation blocked by the top of a tree. It seemed loud in the silent morning. Three men and a woman walked by leisurely as if they owned the whole width of the road! They skewered to the roadside at the sound of oncoming vehicle.

I was distracted by something darting about below. Two squirrels were chasing each other playfully around the pots of plants, while the morning birds criss-crossed up above. A lonely basketball at the corner of the garden untouched for many moons already!

Where are the noisy school buses and the many parent- chauffeured school children? Where are the masked traffic-minders?

And I started to write on my mobile on this Covid-19 morning.

Published by Chen S. P. @ TPTan

Serena Chen @TPTan, Master degree in nursing (Monash) . Serena teaches local and overseas nurses in a stomaltherapy program. She had presented papers internationally. Serena is a member of the ‘Golden Key International Society (Monash). She was an editor of a mental health bulletin and she enjoys pottery works, cartoons, painting and poems. She shares insightful experiences about being a carer for people with mental illness and cancer in this defining society.

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