Day 1 of writting

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  • Dedicated to L
                                    

From a distance the picture Infront showed a glorious sunny day, one of the  first free days since the 2020 &2021 lockdowns. A delicate breeze wafting around outside the open windows and sunshine illuminating an Indonesian heirloom. 

On closer look, light diffracted round the cluttered bureau highlighting not the intricate carvings but cracks in the old dry wood. It could be noticed how none of that delicate breeze appeared to enter the room to spread the light fragrance of the flowers outside, instead only the smell of dirty clothes, cat and pot noodle could be experienced from within. The free singing birds drowned out by the whirling of technology and constant mutter of Zoom.


*What I did here was take a strong memory and try write a descriptive piece around it*



Day 2:

It was a glorious sunny day, the kind of day that's both expected in summer, but rare for the UK; the outside world weeping of freedom after over a year of lockdowns and restrictions. The birds tweeting, no longer flaunting their freedoms but rejoicing with humanity the regained life for us all. Outside the open windows delicate breezes wafted around and sunshine beaming through, illuminating an Indonesian heirloom.

On closer look, this light diffracted round the cluttered bureau highlighting not the intricate carvings but cracks in the old dry wood. It could be noticed how none of that delicate breeze appeared to enter the room to spread the light fragrance of the flowers outside, instead only the smell of dirty clothes, cat and pot noodle could be experienced from within. The free singing birds drowned out by the whirling of technology and constant mutter of Zoom.

Trapping.


**Any better?**

Dedicated to the friend that I lost that day

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