The summer rain poured outside while Squirrel Girl typed away. The heat was unbearable, and it was a needed rain. Her favorite cafes were still closed but she chose a shopping mall to do some work. Thanks to Corona, she could not visit Sweden to
The COVID pandemic still lingered, but cafes and wineries started opening, and friends slowly began to come out of their hideaways in search of friends they had neglected. Happily, Squirrel Girl’s friend Hyacinth asked to see Squirrel Girl at a winery. Since the seating was
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Where did it come from but it came. Out of the four corners of the earth, Wind came. Wind asked, “What are you doing Squirrel Girl?” “I was watching Corona separate the chaff from the grain.” Wind chuckled if indeed it could laugh, and asked,
Slowly, the COVID lockdown eased. Few restaurants allowed outdoor seatings. Squirrel Girl welcomed the change for she was ready to pull all her fur out due to stress from the lockdown. Technically, there were no bars that enclosed her, but she felt like she was
Squirrel Girl put her small driving gloves on. It was time to speed. Thanks to the lockdown due to the pandemic, the roads were almost empty. The few who drove sped like lunatics and Squirrel Girl joined them. It was exhilarating to allow the wind
Squirrel Girl was busy searching for the precious toilet papers. One kind friend offered some by texting her. It was tempting, but she politely refused. She knew that the wind will disclose the whereabouts of the toilet papers. The toilet papers were more precious than
All the world seemed to have gone to sleep. The streets and the cities lost its din. It was uncanny to walk the streets that felt like a ghost town. Everyone avoided each other. A woman walking toward Squirrel Girl moved away, but the Squirrel
The Squirrel Girl sighed. Then the wind heard her sighs. “Why are you sighing Squirrel Girl? Come with me,” whispered the wind. “There is a void in my heart.” The wind was wise. Perhaps wise is not the right word, but it blew hither and thither and saw the
It was the weekend, and we needed an escape. The idea of a visit to a winery felt like a school field-trip. Suddenly, we were young again. The Rocklands Farm Winery was not that distant from the hubbub of the city, but the roads that