Dear Yuri,
The garden has become a lovely room during lockdown. A room to escape to with only the plants, trees and birds for company. The smell of the air is sweet and takes me to northern countryside, to where I usually smell that same sweet smell of fresh air.
Now it is here in London too.
As I look up at the night sky, I breathe the air in deeply and fly north in my imagination to my sister’s house in Lancashire. To her garden where we sit and chatter until dusk. Where we share our fond memories of our time growing up in our family of five.
As I look up at the night sky, I fly over miles and miles of fresh air in my imagination to my brother’s apartment in Saudi Arabia where he is alone in isolation, . I comfort him and we laugh together, about his Peter Kay impersonations.
When I look up at the night sky, I know that all will be well again, it will just take a little time. And breathe!