Been a long time in Sunday's morning

I was waliking as usual to the temple looking over our city. It's on the hill and among the forenst where deers or rabits are alive vividly without any restriction. Below the hill, there is a small rest house made of woods with no windows or no walls. It's built with just some woods as columns. There, around 10 old guys were gathering and doing some jobs. Yeah, we are now under the unprecedented quarantine and demanded to have a social distance, so I shouldn't allow them to gather, but it's also true that I felt somehow relieved and comfortable for the gathering and helping each other face to face because of having not seen people over 3 in the same place and feeling somehow lonely in my house.

There are just a pond and people under a wooden building in Sunday's morning.