The heavens became so blue but you could see for miles and fly high in the sky. Crimson orange floated across The Valley as the sky turned turquoise; you could hear the birds singing and the train going up and up a mountain with the most brightly coloured parrots singing above my head. I looked out of the window leaning to touch their wings. Gasping in amazement, I reached up to see the red flecked butterflies swirling, sweeping and swooping, dancing flitting, fluttering ribbons, swishing tendrils in silence. Quiet earth awaits me.
Gaye Russell
London
England
PANDEMIC DREAMS ARCHIVE 