Waiting for eventual summer wishing long days into existence hoping for a vaccinated future praying for an immune population. To rub shoulders with strangers a crowded field listening to a band to hug an acquaintance like old friends drunk with delirium drinking in a pub to shake the hands of best friends brotherly greetings on a Saturday night. Until then every break in the cloud is a reminder of brighter days ahead that clouds may rain hail or snow but precipitation melts or dries away each day is one day less, one day more and for now, we walk in our circles. Ciaran Burke
