When I was in Tuscany
preferring solitude
I’d take my mornings outside
on a bench with a view.

Now life is inside,
a bench seems to me
like closeness to Earth
and community.

I open my notebook
my laptop too
in writing I whisper
Hello
how are you?

P.S. Remember: you don’t have to do anything. ✨

P.P.S. How are you?