What can I say? Our not-so-long walks, albeit legal, are somewhat frustrating now: you are always supposed to feel that uneasiness about not to bump into anyone, and be over-cautious about your route.
There were slightly more people on the streets today, but the actual number wasn’t by any scale ridiculously huge: just the same dog walkers, joggers and families whose kids were going bananas while locked inside the house when the weather is so marvellous.
And it totally is: I was reminded of this peculiar fragment from “The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath”: “The sun rose higher over gentle slopes of grove and lawn, and heightened the colors of the thousand flowers that starred each knoll and dangle. A blessed haze lies upon all this region, wherein is held a little more of the sunlight than other places hold, and a little more of the summer’s humming music of birds and bees; so that men walk through it as through a faery place, and feel greater joy and wonder than they ever afterward remember.” It indeed felt summery, just without its unpleasantness, which usually is caused by exceedingly warm temperatures: it was nice and chilly in places.
However, for the first time during this lockdown saga we spotted a police car, which proceeded into the depth of the park — and returned us to reality at some point: no, you can’t enjoy yourself fully without feeling even the slightest bits of guilt for doing so. And I dislike this feeling: maybe somewhere in the bottom of my soul I am still a bit disobedient. Maybe not, I don’t know.
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