It’s eight in the morning. The birds aren’t making so much noise anymore. Or perhaps their voices are being drowned out by the noise of the city.
There’s a global pandemic but everyone is still going about their lives. Running late to work, saying hi to a neighbour, getting breakfast from a favourite vendors.
A little hand sanitizer here. A stylish face mask there. A little distance here. A stifled sneeze there. Life must go on.
Bosses ‘understand’. They are “putting measures in place”. They have to look like they care. Well, they do. About the numbers, not you.
It’s eight in the morning. The birds are long since forgotten. Working from home is a tad inconvenient. But at least, it’s safe(r).
At the moment, that’s all that matters.