
Social distancing. Cooped up in my apartment. Walls closing in on me. At night I had to get out.

Walked down street. No one around. Not a living soul.

On the main thoroughfare, a solitary pedestrian. We pass by ignoring each other's existence. Fearful of contamination.

The misty night casts a spectral mist.

Tulips close their pedals against the night breezes blowing contaminating viruses.

A cluster of tulips became entangled in the brambles of fear mongering.

Other tulips mourn the demise of a neighbor.

I stop into a market and discover everything drained of color.

Back home in bed, I dream of vague horrors.

The following morning, sun rays pour through my bedroom window. I look outside and spy a bird peeping over a branch.

Ah, another day! Optimism returns to the flowers.

Tulips awaken filled with renewed hope of living yet another day.

And people begin patching together pieces of their daily lives.