After a walk on empty streets, I took a little break to appreciate the blue sky and breathe in the warm Miami air. I sat there and stared at the little birds instead; pecking at the grass, skipping, singing their birdie songs, flying. Never have I been so jealous of their freedom and lack of concern. We’re still free, but under one condition: stay the hell away from one another. This little park, normally full of families on a regular Sunday, is desolate today. Just how I like it, except now I do for different reasons. In the not so far distance, I can see a couple having a picnic…