Lockdown continues

No change in sight for black prisoners on C-yard while all the other colors of prisoners are allowed to program. I have not been outside in three months now, so I have not played my native flute, because it's not natural to play them inside concrete and steel, although, my heart and spirit longs to send a flow up into the four winds. I miss taking a deep breath of fresh air. Air pumped into the cell is recycled and cannot be clean or good for the heart and spirit. I can see nasty particles in the air.