Week 67: Grass
Another tough week of emotions this week. One of my Grandmas sadly passed away early in the week, later on in the week I attended the funeral for her late husband.
With a global pandemic still getting in the way of immersing myself in people, to comprehend the loss I instead chose to spend time in nature. Thankfully the weather cooperated and allowed me hours of sitting in the grass with the sun on my face. Escaping the concrete jungle of London is often what my soul needs.
With both of them in their 90s I can only hope to live as long as they managed. The thought of what the world might look like at that point however, is mind-boggling. Will we have started living underwater by then?