Thursday. Energy, a pre-peak. A taster, that is probably better than the weekend. Traffic, lights, faces, no longer in 'lock down'. Pizza and bear, Easy to forget to wash hands, to scan the code. Never want to go back - to that. Like flowers leaning in to catch the last ray of sun. We lean in, to each other.
This is not a poem, a poem takes time, takes a poet. This is just some words about going out and getting pizza and bear after work, doing normal things in a world that has been and is very (un)normal.
Catch you tomorrow xx.