Here I sit in my overpriced condominium staring out into the nightlife. Although Covid has taken it’s toll on the night societies and their activity life still overflows in the streets day in and day out. I am so sad and merely so consumed in my own sorrow to even comprehend any of my racing thoughts. Instead I turn my focus out word outside of my window to the passing cars and the pacing people. Each with the unique story and destination all shapes and sizes, happy or sad they all go on living. I admire them for this. I am envious of their freedom. As I watch them freely roam the streets here I said I am trapped in my own mind in my overpriced condominium.