The traffic, the couriers, the drivers of supplies, the medical workers - they were our arteries, the blood that carried everything the body needed to survive.
From windows of the tall houses the traffic are as Hot Wheels upon the blacktop road, lights on, engines purring, green lights up ahead.
These days of well moving traffic in the city centre have become more normal, the air is sweeter, the birds audible, and a slower pace has settled in our city-souls.
It was the lightest traffic there had ever been. So many worked from home these days. It was the age of the tele-commute and the air had never been more fresh, the roads had never been more relaxing.
Traffic was sprinkled upon the blacktop that day as if the roads were a playset that came with only a few cars.
If the right to breathe clean air and grow vegetables not covered in pollutants is higher than the right to drive a car, then we have a powerful path to victory. Our rights to ongoing and sustainable living all over our planet must trump the so-called rights of others to make money or have convenience where the result is an obvious threat to the ecological life-support systems we all share. It's time to be real grown ups about this and find the will to put the future of our children above our own desires and wants.