When the Blooming Of Spring was Sadness In Our Hearts.
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When the Blooming Of Spring was Sadness In Our Hearts.

Remembering the Covid Spring of 2020.

With the arrival of May we left behind the cold weather, the freezing winter, the annoying but fascinating snow and we look forward to the arrival of longer days, the sunbeams that heat up our body. We are able to spend more time outside in the open air, sit down in a park reading a book or just have one day outdoors exploring. But let me take you back to 2020 spring for a moment of remembrance....

This year it is different all over the world. This year as soon as spring arrived we weren't as happy as usual. It's the saddest time for all humanity, it's the darkest spring ever.

In a future we will look back and we will never forget these days at home, not being able to live a normal life. Most of the world, right now must stay at home in order that this silent, invisible virus will be gone once and for all, as soon as possible. We must be united, fighting againt the same enemy.

Spring is usually a feast of rebirth, after the dark winter the sun on your body makes you feel new, makes you feel cheerful. It gives you the ispiration to do so many things outdoors. Nature wakes up, new scents are in the air, swallows sing and fly around, the sun gets hotter and you feel better, you feel happier.

But this year it is different. We aren't able to appreciate it because most of the people in the USA and especially in Italy, must stay home.

We can see the sun's rays only from our window, or see a flower that blooms only from our own garden. We are able to see everything from our windowseat, from a different perspective, at home while we read a book, we paint or we write.

All of us, all the world is living in a dark time, that we will never forget. Our sons and daughters are going to study this particular time in their history books. A sense of fear, of solitude, of silence crosses the thoughts of every single human on this planet. When is all this going to end?Each of us is so frightned to hear the news on tv, the number of victims that increase each day, ghost towns, deserted cities. What gave me a sense of void was seeing the most crowded city of all, empty. The images of New York deserted, with no cabs passing by, not a person walking around, made me, (but I'm sure, all of you had the same feeling) feel so sad.

How did the Big Apple, one of the most crowded cities at every hour of the day, just stop living?

Even if we must stay home and we aren't able to go out and take a walk, go to a park and have a picnic, and simply sit on the grass and read a book, we can reflect. We have this time to reflect about what is going on in our world. Nature is waking up, flowers are blooming, birds are singing, but we must stay inside, for us, for our family, for our relatives, for our friends, for each of us until this enemy will be gone.

We will go back to normality stronger than ever, you will be able to give a more important meaning to every single walk, or run in the park, or sunset you admire. This is probably a time to just understand, what are the most important things in life. We can always be busy running around, or working but we will appreciate a hug, a kiss, a person, a simple sunset, a flower blooming, nature around us in a better way. Stay home and soon we will be able to do all the things we cant right now.

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