Once the world opens up again, it will all be a blur. You’ll rush to see people, to do things, to be places.
You’ll make connections, commitments, appointments. Squeezing time in your diary to see all sorts of faces.
So I’m writing this now to remind you of way back when. When you were locked down, wound up, squirming.
When you so badly wanted to pack up and leave. Go somewhere quiet, somewhere slow, somewhere affirming.
You didn’t want plans but to wake up slowly, feel the sun on your skin, and have no where to be.
Somewhere near a paddock with a horse was high on the list. Wrapped in nature, with a fire pit, maybe by the sea.
So when that time comes, when our lockdown is lifted, and you find yourself floating away.
Remember what you yearned for, squirmed for, and what your locked down self had to say.