I was walking in the countryside next to the sea or in between the bays on Thursday. Looking over at the cows and the sheep grazing in the distance.
I looked at the sea and the Irisn navy and fishing boats and the three peninsulas where we live. The brown, yellow and green Autumnal colours of the ever changing landscape.
I thought if or when Covid destroys the humans on this planet. Nature will still carry on. The days will shorten and the nights will stretch.
Soon it will be gale season and Jack Frost will paint the fields. There may even be snow. The snow will melt and the streams will meander and rush down the sea. Like they have done since the dawn of time. I can still see their glacier footprints in the landscape.
There's talk of "lockdowns" and "circuit breakers" in our towns, villages, cities and town lands. Like some kind of trench warfare. Hiding in our scratchings like rodents waiting for the enemy to go away. A few weeks later we come outside but the enemy is still waiting. Like the brambles joining hands across the boreens.
Yet life will go on in the countryside. The birds will build nests and the animals will raise their young,
Are we really so important in the scheme of things?