Written December 8, 2020

Last night as C and I were walking home from gymnastics, we were stopped by the skyline. As we looked out, we saw the film crew parked on the side of the road, traffic on Henry Hudson Parkway and a set of stairs that was perfect for running off the extra energy you have after gymnastics because when you’re six, you can do stuff like that.

For a moment, it felt like a typical walk home, forgetting about all the news that continues to swirl around us.

I’ve heard from a few people that it feels like there’s not much to look forward to, with the ominous threat that winter is coming. While winter and I have always had a love-hate relationship, this year I’m trying to find the glimmers of joy, the small moments to appreciate and the reminder that one day we’ll look back on this time as a distant memory filled with heartache and heaviness, with slivers of levity and joy mixed in. And a whole bunch of masks sitting in storage.