A day under quarantine:
I am lost in time and space. Whole days fold in on themselves, morning becomes night becomes morning and a haze hangs shimmering in the air, giving everything a golden hue. The days move languidly, and it feels like summer just before fall. The sun set in a riot of neon pinks and deep reds swirled with gold and the orange of leaves falling from trees. Night spreads like squid ink in water, coating the sky. The stars are winking with emerald light tonight and the moon is full to bursting. Tomorrow waits, patient and content, but for now I drift.