Days are slow and, and the morning drags on. I'd never thought that something like a worldwide pandemic would occur, stopping schools, jobs, and putting life on a pause. Sometimes I think about primary school, the small gathering around the one fan on swe

Days are slow and, and the morning drags on.
I'd never thought that something like a worldwide pandemic would occur, stopping schools, jobs, and putting life on a pause.

Sometimes I think about primary school, the small gathering around the one fan on sweltering afternoons, and the excited cheers asking 'did you win?' when our sport teams came back from the games against other schools. We left our bags to laugh and talk under the smiling sun.
If I had gone back, things, definitely, would be different.
For now I look onto the empty expanse, wishing for scattering rain.

Yesterday was a breath of fresh air.
New but familiar faces, coming back all the same.
Excited but different chattering and whispering.
Yesterday was the first step forward,
and I know that things
will go back.