A Light in the Darkness
If I haven’t been writing about the city recently, it’s because grief is still too close.
It’s been easier to move away from it, often back to the past, than it has been to stay here, in the present where things feel better yet still uncertain. The sense of normalcy is trembling, its hands shaking, and its eyes bloodshot. It’s perched on the roof of a building, and none of us know if it’s going to jump.