52.

I steal a moment in time to breathe in silence, standing in the doorway of my white and bright terrace. The distant sounds of humanity affirms normalcy in the world, perservering through an ignored pandemic.

A sudden whoosh draws my attention to the blue-grey skies above me – a flock of migrating birds swoop overhead, taking my breath along with them. The spear-headed formation sluggishly draws up memories of efficiency, leadership and kinship among travelling birds, while keeping my eyes up to the sky. Towards my left, two more flocks glide by, each smaller than the other.

I breathe in the quiet, a cool, gentle breeze slipping through the loose strands of my hair, caressing my face.

I am finally alone.

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