I am writing sitting on my sofa, outside it’s a sunny, bright and cold day. It’s the third week of my quarantine: I rarely go out, just to throw out the rubbish. I won’t be talking about politics nor about the practical impact of this global crisis. Instead, I will be talking about how I am living these days.
It’s hard to describe the whirlpool of sensations I go through in the moment the plane takes off or when I gaze into the sky from above. It’s hard to put into words how serene I feel and how blank my mind goes when I am above the clouds and all I can see it’s the deep blue sky.