It’s only been a couple of weeks since New Zealand moved to Red under our covid management framework. https://covid19.govt.nz/traffic-lights/covid-19-protection-framework/
This time it seems the country has taken the move in our stride, except of course industries such as the arts, tourism, and hospitality. On some levels its been easier to adapt to staying home as almost everyone who can work from home now has the home office set up they need. But it’s also been harder…we know how bad it could get and we don’t really know how long we’ll need to be in this phase. Our sanctuary from the worst of it so far has created greater complacency for some and greater anxiety for others.
Today I am feeling trapped, by a high pressure system over the north island that is refusing to move, by the relentless heat and burning sun, and the avalanche of work I am yet to begin. Not a good day. The image reflects my mood – a broken tea caddy, spilling forth contents into the ether. It can be fixed, but for today there are breaks in the chain.
Over it I don't know if it's my tinnitus or the chorus of of cicadas that is so disconcerting perhaps it is the sound of desiccating grass as I walk These long days of waiting Waiting for the high to pass to allow a cool change in for rain to re-inspire nascent buds of verdant growth These long days of waiting Waiting for the knock at the door delivering news of test results and seven day rolling averages to make space for the safety to return All the information and expectation of decisions deferred are waiting waiting for me waiting for resilience And I am waiting for rain