Today in Cornwall, the sky was the limit. It was an unending joy of almost heavenly hallucinations. I woke up to soft grey clouds like a fluffy feather duvet allowing me to snuggle under, away from the world.
Not long after, I swear I saw a blue sky loveheart offering a celestial cuddle from afar. A delightful passing comfort but also a difficult trace reminder of missing hugs in the real world. It suddenly felt so near and yet so far.
For all those living alone in the lockdown I suspect real human contact is what we all miss the most. I hear from neighbours how much they miss hugging grandchildren. I hear from lovers living apart how much they long to hold each other again. Loved ones wanting to be together once more. That simple joy of human touch.
Nature can of course give so very much, except perhaps the very nature of what we all need most at heart. So, here’s to hugging a million times over when the end of lockdown is in sight. In the meantime, may the skies hold you so very closely and tight…?