we are all waiting for it
that return, that sense of normal, that place we left to turn around and find us right
where it left off when the world came to a screeching halt.
but what if a city, a town, a way of going out into the world is not at all the world we need to return to but rather, the quiet, humble?, gentle?, tender?, patient?, world
in which we find ourselves now is to what we have returned.