Swaying
sway, leaves, sway !
wind on your skin
raindrops dripping
sunlight resting
spine reaching up
clouds bending down
eternity
within your reach . . .
the passing time
Just as soon as July came, it is soon to go. The end of July is already next week! I sit by this window just as I have been sitting here for the past 4 months. Over 4 months in fact.. Week after week, I sign on to accompany people through psychotherapy sessions. At first many were thinking that this period of lock down would soon be over, and we would be able to resume face-to-face therapy. Then the weeks stretched into months. Today it seems this will stretch till at least the end of the year. I daresay even most likely till at least the middle of next year.. but one can't be too sure. We can still hope for the miracle vaccine. The drop from heaven. The blessed cure we are all praying for. Gradually I have gotten used to connecting through the computer screen. To listening amidst the crackling sounds of either my or the other person's earphones. To the moments of now you see her, now you don't image on screen, as the wifi power fluctuates. A few months ago, we would at ...
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