I think I say nothing new when I say that all days are the same. Lately, the days of the week are so close to each other that I don't even know when it's Monday or when it's Saturday.
We all know who is to blame. Covid-19 has changed the lives of us all. I have been staying in the house for almost a month. I don't know when it's Tuesday, I don't know when it's Sunday. Every day is the same, a mix between homework and relaxation with music, movies, and the internet.
I am not too interested in what the days of the week are called now, except that I have to know when to write certain blogs that are assigned to certain days. Such as #beautifulsunday and #sublimesunday proposed by @ace108 and @c0ff33a.
I have written countless blogs about how I spent Sunday. All were structured in the same way, we present the same activities ... breakfast at home, a walk in a park followed by a cafe, confectionery or restaurant and finally, most of the time it was a theater or opera show. We repeated the same things, only the places changed.
Now, since I am forced to stay in the house, I don't do much anymore, everything is normal. I could tell but I got bored of it.
The only change from this routine is the two hours a day when we are allowed to leave the house to make supplies and possibly a little sport, that is to say, a walk.
The walk and spring that starts now make Sunday beautiful and even sublime. Sublime because we are still in the group of those who are healthy.
So I just want to show you some parts of the Sunday walk.
I live on the outskirts, in a neighborhood in Bucharest, Romania. It is a quiet neighborhood, with no blocks and lots of greenery on the streets and in the courtyards of the houses.
Now trees, fruit trees bloom. There are many trees in my neighborhood. The beauty of the flowers and the deserted streets make the walk and the day be beautiful.
The streets are deserted and full of cars. This means that people are at home, no longer allowed to go to work.
What can I do while walking? A kind of sport necessary for health and the search for beauty, for the soul. Now the beautiful is in flowers, in flowering trees.
Beyond the flowers, there are others to see. Things and beings that I usually do not observe. A cat that ignores everything that happens and sleeps warmed by the spring sun.
But the big surprise was to see, in a very small yard, a pond with koi fish. It was the last thing I expected to see.
I like the streets in the neighborhood where I live. I like it because it looks somewhere in the middle of the distance between the village and the city. The modern houses and cars belong to the city but the greenery and the flowers remind me of a village.
Two hours of walking. The most beautiful happens to be Sunday. Only in this way I make the difference between Sunday and the other days of the week. It was a windy Sunday!
Although there have been many flowers so far, one needs more. For #alwaysaflower!
As long as we are threatened by this invisible enemy, it's good to protect ourselves!
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