My lovely wife and I live in a tiny seaside village with a permanent population of about 190.
Our street, with only 3 permanent residents, faces the blue Coral Sea, and even in normal times (ie pre-Covid 29), is free from traffic apart from the occasional weekend tourist, who usually executes a rapid u-turn and retreats.
But now, with police enforcing non-essential travel, there is no traffic at all.
JeanPaul Sartre got it right.
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I pretend I'm standing there with you, looking out in silence at the distant horizon.
Eventually, you ask me to leave -
but I don't.
The End
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