30 April 2020
At the Window
The seagulls were flying lower. A stupid detail, yet seeing them roaming through the city streets was the clearest sign of change. Not the absence of people, or cars; I got used to that after a few hours. It was life reclaiming its spaces, indifferent to the problems of the human race, that underlined the novelty. I watched from up here as cats, pigeons and mice moved undisturbed. At times I even...
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