One has to think that nature must rejoice when we are locked down. The fish feed without fear of being hooked and brought into an environment where they are forced to breathe oxygen laden air and suffocate on what sustains us. The forest animals have much less to fear and the sunrises and sunsets are quieter and more beautiful as the air has fewer pollutants to tarnish it.
I suppose I am exaggerating, I do that a lot. Looking back on this morning from several years ago, I remember the quiet after a hike on another pond and that I was drawn to the mist, the reflections, as well as the stillness I saw as I drove back to my campsite and then stopped when I saw this view right off the road. I have always thought that the world would in many ways be better off without us and that we just don't have the ability to learn from our mistakes. This has been reinforced with the lockdown we are experiencing here. We were warned. We knew that our behaviors would increase the risk of spreading this virus to others. Yet we've chosen not to believe and not to care.
There is quiet in the woods that I wish I could be near to at this moment. There is a calm that soothes the soul.