It was while looking through the window glass I saw the crow. He was looking directly at me, and I knew he wanted his feed. I opened the window to put his food on an upturned pot which served as his table, but he grew frightened with the swoosh of the window opening and flew away, not just to a tree or branch, but right across the old quarry that was behind my home, all across to what I knew were some buildings on the other side.

We all love looking at old photos don’t we? We show our set of old snaps to all and sundry, maybe trying to tell people we were once young and innocent and good looking! The worst is when someone looks at an old pic of you and says, “You looked so nice those days!”

Grrrrr, don’t I look nice anymore?

Just a few years ago while travelling through New Zealand, I penned my thoughts as I stared with awe at glaciers, rivers and lakes, glowworm caves, all of virgin beauty I’d never seen before. Birds hopped nearby, unafraid, squirrels romped around, all knowing no fear, as they had no predators before or even now to frighten them.

And then my glance turned once again to the mountains:

It’s when I brush my teeth I think! Yes, that’s a bit strange isn’t it? But the comfortable feel of toothbrush bristles on my willing to be massaged teeth lull me into a relaxed state and that’s when ideas, thoughts and plots jump out of my mind, waiting to display themselves on laptop or white sheet of paper.

But today, those creative juices stopped as I was suddenly shaken awake from toothbrush reverie. I realized with a start that something was missing, and understood there was no pain!

No pain? You ask.

Initially, as news of the horrible virus spread, terrified people hurried for flimsy masks available at stores, rummaged for thicker, longer ones the shopkeeper said, would keep them safe not just from the virus but from any ailment under the sun, and settled for those Batman and Phantom would have found tediously large!