For too long, the world has lived on false hopes and a shaky equilibrium. The pandemic’s rapid disintegration of global malpractices exposed the artifice of a system that was waiting precisely for such a monumental moment. Two months earlier, it would have been impossible to predict that a country of the wealth and know-how of the United States would be reeling with the sort of images generally associated with Africa and Asia. Harder still, to see clear blue skies across China’s industrial North, and sparkling surfaces over India’s sacred rivers. Pollution levels throughout the world had never been lower. What would be the impact on oceans and forests was only a hope for the long term. Before the world started returning to the old normal, wild animals had emerged out of their sedentary man-made habitats, and some - like the monkeys in Laos - were seen roaming around locked-down cities. As more humans died, doomed species of insects and birds revived in a suddenly more welcoming and noiseless world. Only the grand vacuum of human absence made this temporary ecological balance possible.