There were green hills and trees, shrubs and all kind of poisonous and edible plants I could peruse at will from my bedroom window. They have all gone... all I can see now are tall steel cranes and tree stumps. The smell of flowers was exchanged by toxic clouds of rubber smoke and continuous noise all day of pumps and hammers and other sad tools.
The birds erratic come and go over the house, escaping the burning hills which I used to pretend to be huge mountains, once.
Most of the bees have gone also to wherever bees go when they disappear from the landscape, leaving barren lands of sand and mud... and mosquitoes happily frolicking around on my skin.
Who would have thought Easter this year would be such an inferno with the workers on the other side of the street carrying torches, burning and hammering since dawn.
If this is the Universe testing me: please, stop! I will not have a migraine! Despite everything, I will remain calm and relaxed... just for today.
There are days in which you are too tired to do anything else but meditate.
