It's been a full year now since we moved into this art unit. And as I sit by the window in the morning haze, listening to the seagulls and watching the recycling truck picking up the bins, the sun twinkling on the windows across the street, cup of coffee by me, John is asleep in our bed, I realize that in the face of this pandemic, the rest of it takes a back seat. There is no time for holding grudges, for vituperative behaviour, for regret, our only job now is to hold each other, to be kind to each other, and to move on, together.
