While I’m writing this, the sun is shining and it’s cool enough to walk around comfortably. It’s amazing how, in a few days’ or even hours’ time, it could all turn black, windy or, as happened a few weeks ago, a thick mist could envelop the whole island over a grey sea. In its own twisted way, nature, even when strangely eerie, is beautiful. Maybe nature’s unexpected turns and its mutability are what makes it so wonderful. A short time ago, we were all scared about COVID and its shattering effects. A small virus nearly ruined us all, ruined all we had built, turned our dreams into nightmares. But, in its own way, when COVID struck, when we were locked down, cut off, terrified, there was a serenity never seen for some time. There was a quiet in the roads, a carless desert of tarmac unused. The air was cleaner, the visibility clearer, the greenery crisper. We even sat alone or in the company of a few and feared the worst but planned a better future post-COVID. We had time to think, reflect, devise new ways for ourselves, for our way of life, our world. There was a realisation that the speed at which the world was going was totally wrong; the incessant building of new roads, new...
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