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.
There were two words that could describe how we all felt at that time: trapped but free; trapped by our mental health, trapped waiting for the news of new restrictions, lockdowns, infections, deaths. Trapped by our fear, our new-found agoraphobia and social anxieties, trapped by technology. But free. Freedom in the ability to meet with friends, the freedom to buy an ice-cream on the way to the beach, to hop on a bike and go anywhere- even if couldn't out cycle this all.
Ive decided to make this piece longer to highlight the mental health impacts after the lockdowns and their continued effects, including their most devistating result known by me. the cycling also brings me back to two things, a breakup and the loss
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Learning to write through memories of the pandemic
Non-Fiction*some tough topics but not explicit currently* lots of descriptions based off summer 2021, talk of pandemic outfall and some stuff in various extents of metaphors, actually turning out to be therapeutic. just a desire to improve my english skills i...
