An unusual time, how strange is life.
People had jobs. People had lives. Fun and laughter and strives. Planes in the air... cars travelling everywhere.
Then COVID came and made us all scared... caused utter despair. People lost their jobs, people lost their lives. No friends or distant family can we see... missing them all terribly.
Shops were closed, houses were hosed. We were told to stay indoors, many people on multiple floors.
But … where are the planes?
Cases were fewer, we looked at a world newer and started to mingle again together.
Oh no, COVID has renewed. Many more cases grew and grew. So many really, and a few so silly who spread COVID far and wide. And where are the planes? Usually so many in the sky.
Six more weeks again in iso, lots of us growing rather agro and can't believe why so.
Then total lockdown and curfew. Some allowed out, but only a few.
Total silence, as I climb into bed. So many thoughts running through my head... Where are the planes that normally take off with a drone and I live near the airport that is so close to my home.
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