Working from home has become a habit. I am now into my fifth week away from the office and gradually we are settling into a new normality. We have tried to make the new normal as close as possible to the old normal
The clock radio goes off at 6:30 and by 7.05 we are having breakfast. We leave for work at 7:40 and go for a 25 minutes walk, and with a freshly brewed cup of coffee I sit down with my computer. Usually, the first meeting starts at 8:30 and we break for a joint lunch. I prepare powerpoints, do some analytics and try not to check how many have been diagnosed with Covid-19. After the work-day is over we leave our desks and walk home again.
When walking we have noticed how silent it has become, and when walking closer to the water we can see the cormorants gathering. Harbingers of another kind of spring. The other day a white-tailed eagle spread its wings over our heads; maybe it’s attracted to silence. Social distancing like this almost feels normal.
in a glass vase —
eager to burst into bloom
Today Kim asks us to use an autobiographic poem of our own to construct a haibun at dVerse. My choice is to use the poem I wrote last week called clinging. Working from home has become a habit. It will feel strange when we go back to normal.
March 30, 2020