Many birds have started migrating.
I see them flying in the sky over my home.
They know exactly where they are going, following their instinct and their usual paths.

Sometimes I'd like we could have the same basic certitudes about what we must do.
Birds leave and come back when they feel it's the right time for that.
We remain here, saying silently goodbye to them, maybe with a pang of jealousy for their freedom.


What is probably the more destabilizing element in this present situation is that we have no idea about its duration.
But resilience is knowing that we are the only ones that have the power and the responsibility to pick ourselves up.


The sky didn't fall on our heads yet, and very probably it won't.
It's still there and it comforts us with his endless beauty.

Let's be responsible and patient!