Lamma Island, 8:37AM – Sunny.
Today is the first day we can legally go about our lives facially nude. I cannot believe it but I do not forget it. I do not accidentally reach for the last public relic of the pandemic this morning. Let it hang on its hook by the door-frame.
I must find a new purpose for that hook.
Disembarking the ferry at midnight last night, life plays like a film. People remove their legal obligations as they wait their turn to walk the plank. Strangers exchange conspiratorial glances right before they stride off into the night, alone and defiant. Nobody speaks. There is no soundtrack. Just wind.
This morning in the village there is simple joy in disbelief. A mother and daughter saunter down the hill arms linked, laughing. Lovely to see you!