I miss the sunshine on my face.

I miss the bustling crowded space.

I miss getting a good tan.

I miss the wind teasing my split ends.

I miss the mud between my toes.

I miss running away my lows.

I miss the smell of exhaust fumes.

I miss watching as sunset looms.

I miss the aroma of artisan coffee.

I miss swearing at big lorries.

I miss eating in a res-tau-rant.

I miss watching something not on torrent.

I miss reading news that entice.

I miss not watching the death toll rise.

I miss open borders and peace.

I miss the days when Covid-19 did not exist.

Chow Ping’s note: This was written during the government-enforced MCO (Movement Control Order).