The Slow Lane It is gloomy again, hard to tease the sun out this Autumn, camellias are blooming without a care. I wonder if I should get out of bed for another at home, nothing day. Find it difficult to get excited about the anything, not like before. Dis

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Name
Eva Molnar
Location

Australia

The Slow Lane

It is gloomy again, hard to tease the sun out this Autumn, camellias are blooming without a care. I wonder if I should get out of bed for another at home, nothing day. Find it difficult to get excited about the anything, not like before.

Discipline is the best. Routine. This virus has infected my brain, my ability to hope and visualise the new order the new good day. I crawl out of bed, dress and make a strong coffee. Now I am better, much better.

How things have changed, now little things matter. Before I could spend a day without combing my hair, now it is important, without it I am not ready. Maybe I'll even wear a flower in my hair.

I made a promise, bet with friends that we'd dress every morning, comb our hair, put on lipstick and smile for a little while at least.

Today I will wear a pink Camelia in my hair.

It helps me ease into another isolation day in the studio, where words are hammered into shape and paintings emerge.

Suddenly it is ok. COVID, you and I have made an unquiet peace; for now anyway.