Coronaviruses are so named due to their resemblance to solar coronas. So several dozens have died (41 officially) and cases have exceeded 1,000. Of that Wuhan flu.
I have noticed, when we don’t have to perform for others, those cognitive resources now free to go synaesthesia. I see a shape and colour—as one form it is unique—and wish to sing back to it. It is like a chorus. Different trees have different songs. All the colours have their own sounds. I grab the colours of the foliage and I taste the morning light. Everything resonates with everything. The birds are beautiful. Everything is. Being neurotypical sounds like a curse.