When the pandemic first hit and everybody was stuck in their homes, I still had to go into the office a few days a week; and it was bliss.  

No longer were gridlocked cars beeping their horns in frustration,  nor were frustrated commuters watching their overcrowded trains pass by.  London was finally at peace.

And time itself, which is something that usually sprints way ahead of us, was all of a sudden keeping an even pace with our new way of life.

The people in power promised to get life back to “normal” as quickly as possible, which made sense string as Pre-COVID was the ideal way of living, and to a degree, it was. The divide of those in comfort, such as employees in office jobs working from home, and those whose businesses thrived on crowds of people was forever growing wider.  Too many suffered for the system to change, and so it would only be a matter of time before life got back to normal.

Now it’s September 2021, and I’m on a packed train to work.  Everybody looks miserable and tired, just like in the good old “normal” days that we craved.  London has again become crowded and is no longer peaceful.

There’s nothing more to say other than, from my perspective at least, it was good while it lasted.