Anxiety. A nothingness.
General unease, a sense of fear coupled with an end of term feeling.
Half hour queues around a car park trying to make/not make eye contact with ourselves, to stare at empty shelves and wonder what next.
“What did you do in lockdown, Daddy?”
I worked. Everyday. Adding to the ever growing pile of pointlessness whilst trying to provide.
The air of uncertainty about you then somewhere else, lost in the rhythm of the day, then back again, cycling over near empty motorways.
And in quiet moments, the sound of birds breaking up the flow of thoughts, cooking, eyes following the light, the shadows. Just another trip around the sun, all of us just clinging on.