London, UK
When I wake in the morning, there is blue in all the windows. It is the first properly nice day we have had in five months of dark, and it is almost unbearable not to be eating it whole. We are still allowed to exercise, so we run through the park with everyone else, and so much new, green air, I am dizzy. The daffodils stand sun-shocked. I would like to run all the way to Richmond Park, but I am told it is inadvisable to do so much breathing. * I have made bagels for Saturday morning, bronzed and honeyed and barely-holed. I made them before anyone else was up, listening to the thinned traffic and the sirens, and we eat them hot, with slivers of smoked salmon. It feels obscene. * Almost everyone I love is two plane rides away. We are fierce with feeling, but we are two apart, whatever the internet pretends. There is hard water between us. We want to see each other’s faces, not look into a webcam, so we never quite meet each other’s eyes. Maddie Ballard is a half-Chinese writer from Auckland, New Zealand. She works in environmental journalism in London and can be found rambling at atthewintergardens.wordpress.com.
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