The opening lines of Antonio Bembo’s Passan veloci l’ore really rings true in the context of this seemingly never-ending pandemic:
The hours pass by quickly
and yet that time does not arrive….
On this New Year’s Day, a sprig of of thyme.
“…Thyme it is the prettiest thing,
And time it will grow on,
And time it'll bring all things to an end
And so does my time grow on…”