A blank and neutral feeling, not particularly deep nor light. Neither relief nor sadness. It still feels numb while drinking a strong coffee. This morning's feeling was that the Covid-19 period is now definitely over. Even if the virus returns it will never be the same again. The sensation of magic and loss is gone never to be experienced in this way again. For this period represented an opening up to life and a greater sensitivity to beauty. Than as the day proceeds and you walk it over, you realise that the thing is buried somewhere deep inside you. For some things are meant to fizzle out but a few others continue to define what we are and what we are becoming. Somethings are shelved in the comfort that they have been consumed and understood. Others remain undefined just“things”, which are not meant to be understood ever. But it does not really matter how consequential and real these things were for them to define us. Even the most insignificant and ephemeral incidents, sheer footnotes in the great scheme of things, can belong to this category of 'things'. It can be a chance encounter, an incident, a ghost (I have seen one when I was a child), a landscape, a song, a place in some distant land, a garden, a dream, a coincidence, a long or a short conversation, a kiss, a moment when you felt slipping in a parallel universe or even a look. But there comes the moment when you realize how futile it is to keep searching for the meaning of everything. Some things are simply outside our control. Submission is liberation. That moment sets you free. Of course some of these things may take a life of their own and evolve and even flourish. But some continue making our hearts smile, as they are shelved in the brain without having been deciphered, where they become a part of what we are. And what we are is hardly something we can ever understand.