My Corona Diary - week nine
Having had a few tough weeks, I feel I have returned to a calmer state.
Or perhaps this is learned helplessness?
Either way, as this house faces another six weeks of restrictions, it's whatever gets you through.
Yesterday we went to the beach. A day ahead of government advice, but as I have pretty much followed everything else to the letter, I felt I was allowed a little bit of naughtiness.
It. Was. Amazing.
The sun was shining, the sea was calm, the tide was out and there was just a handful of people on the promenade.
I am not able to put into words what this moment represented, but I know I felt as if I wanted to lie down and cry. Cry with overwhelm, cry with relief and cry with pleasure.
As I walked away, I was comforted by the thought I can come back again, and again, and again.