Since the lockdown, I have new eyes. I simply see things differently. I visit the beach and there is more than the sand and wind in the air – I feel free. I am more grateful for the very breath I breathe as I realize more and more — it is a gift. As the parks and beaches re-open I design for myself new and simple experiences.
Alexa never changed her wake up call before or after the quarantine; I am up the same time weekday or weekend as a habit to continue my own life rituals.
I like to be enveloped within nature at least once a day; sometimes it is a drive, other times it is a walk, and on occasions, I just sit still on the balcony and feel.
On this weekday morning, I took a drive, picked up breakfast, then as if my car was being guided by some unseen force, I ended up in front of Mount Mitchell Scenic Overlook in Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey. I had been to the garden like venue several times with friends and family for panoramic views of New York and Sandy Hook park. I had never come alone in the morning with my breakfast. Birds were flying over my head and some were on the ground literally hunting for breakfast. Squirrels were dancing to tunes of “summer is coming”.
I sat on the bench not needing any views this morning. I ate my breakfast. I listened to the water and the bees buzzing. It felt like vacation yet I knew I had the workday ahead of me. I took a few photos to remind my self that breakfast alone in the park was real and not a dream. This unkind slow down has some benefits, makeshift vacation-like experiences is one of them.