sidewalk scribbling

Who knew armageddon would look like this?  Playful clouds skipping in the sky, so bright and blue. Rays of sunlight spilling over, marking out a yellow brick road along the asphalt.  Signs of spring are sprouting everywhere, cheeky daffodils and white blossoms and tightly curled green buds just waiting to surprise you. The birds seem happy, twittering and hopping between still bare branches of trees.  I see a cat lounging in the neighbour's driveway. Where is the smoke, the burnt down warehouses, the broken cars, the parched streets and eerie wafting fog of post apocalyptic worlds we see in movies and video games? Instead of furtive survivers ransacking forlorn stores we have lone walkers and cyclists exchanging slightly abashed smiles as they step further away from one another to maintain the recommended 2 metre distance. The streets are quiet but the houses are full, people in their kitchens, children in backyards, painted rainbows sending messages of love and ho