The office and Corona

I observe through the window a bunch of wood

With leaves glowing yellow and green

I look back into the office

The AC is smashing its coldest wind

My shaking bones are searching for a hint of warmth

Lately, we are not sitting close anymore

A virus keeps us distant from each other

Then, I glance at the monitor,

Same loop of images,

I stop watching

Outside, It is as hot as I hate It

The sun is high up in the sky but

I still wish I was there

Talking with someone new