This month has been among the most quiet I've lived through in years. It's dark and cold. And the feeling I have more than any other is that of waiting. I am waiting for longer, warmer days. Waiting for the world to be a safer place. Until then, I'll be reading and writing. And virtually connecting. And dreaming of the not-too-far-off future when gathering with friends and eating in restaurants and traveling for fun is okay again. Boy, do I miss it.
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