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Warmth of the sun and the feel of the grass beneath my feet.

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Warmth of the sun and the feel of the grass beneath my feet.

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The memories that stick in my head the most durning the pandemic are of the time I spent in my backyard with my partner and our dogs. I couldn't go to work and there was not much to do with my job virtually. I spent my days outside playing with my dogs; and sitting or laying on the grass next to my partner. I would sit in the backyard and feel the warmth of the sun cascading over my body; as I inhaled deeply the warm rush of the marijuana smoke into my lungs. I would walk on the ground barefoot feeling the earth beneath my feet and the grass between my toes. Listening to the birds chirp and the bees buzz by on their way to pollinate the many wild flowers and vegetables we have in our back garden. It was such a peaceful time for my partner and I. We had only bought our house a year or so earlier, and during this time we really started to feel like we settled into this space. Our backyard was our shelter from the world. To juxtapose that with what was happening outside of our sun drenched backyard is the most striking thing about these memory for me. Here we were enjoying a freedom that is seldom experienced in this hyper-capitalist world we live in (the freedom of not working). We were fortunate enough that we could spend our days in the sun with our dogs while the world passed us by. There was a brief moment during this pandemic where we hoped that others would see how capitalism ruins our lives and how much better things could be. It seemed in many ways the earth was healing, we had a brief glimpse into what a ecologically sustainable future could look like, but not only that, we had an opening to see what a life that emphasizes people over profit and leisure over work could be. Unfortunately, that was not going to last and was never meant to. The powers that be needed their profits, and their workers to exploit; and slowly but surely they demanded we risk our lives for their economy. The warmth of the sun and the feel of grass beneath my feet was lost to the grinding gears of the capitalist machine and I'm not sure I'll ever get it back.

Date (Dublin Core)

April 10, 2020

Creator (Dublin Core)

self

Event Identifier (Dublin Core)

HST643

Partner (Dublin Core)

Arizona State University

Tipo (Dublin Core)

text story
photograph

Controlled Vocabulary (Dublin Core)

English Home & Family Life
English Recreation & Leisure
English Environment & Landscape

Curator's Tags (Omeka Classic)

sensory history
smoking
touch
sensation
backyard
ecology
nature

Contributor's Tags (a true folksonomy) (Friend of a Friend)

Sensory History

Collection (Dublin Core)

Environment

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Date Submitted (Dublin Core)

05/27/2022

Date Modified (Dublin Core)

05/28/2022
06/01/2022

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This item was submitted on May 27, 2022 by [anonymous user] using the form “Share Your Story” on the site “A Journal of the Plague Year”: https://covid-19archive.org/s/archive

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