We rolled down to the reservoir, frigid mountain run off and the last days of summer frantically grasping at grains of sand, out all day and I didn’t burn. I will never forgive this year for taking summer from me, I have time to think, but didn’t I see the Hudson River at sunset, didn’t I eat birthday cake in the Rockaways and pick berries in patches and drink frozen drinks till my head hurt? I am pale, yes, and tired and wrung out like a wet rag but summer was here and I saw it. This year has taken everything from us and yet we are not poor, we are not empty. A fire rages in our collective bellies, a new determination and a different point of view. I have vowed to come out of this year with one thing so good it makes the horrors pale in comparison. We have three and a half months, 2020.
We better get to work.
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