Quiet, where once there was an orchestra of noise.
The busiest of places stood empty and still.
Normal things began to feel strange.
Strange things began to feel normal.
We were adrift.
Fear can be a funny thing; it doesn’t always shine a flattering light.
It can make us forget that others are scared too.
We took shelter, knowing the worst was yet to come.
Weeks went by.
It rained and rained.
It felt like it would never end.
Heroes amongst us stepped forward. They held us together and put others first.
They were battling the storm in ways we could not even imagine.
We were humbled by their courage.
They deserved our applause, and so much more…
It’s hard to be separated.
Worries can seem to overflow.
We felt so far apart.
We began to understand the distances
that had been between us already…
But being alone doesn’t have to feel lonely.
and that loneliness can beat its drum loudest in a crowd.
When life became smaller, we found space
to see the bigger picture.
Perhaps we were more similar than we had thought?