We're all hanging in there
Lockdown is over but we're still trying to make sense of it all.
Brian, the big teddy is still hanging on, looking out and pondering.
With exhibitions cancelled and the daily dose of world infection rates, creativity wasn't our highest priority.
We're slowly cranking back up.
To stop, it was an experience.
Time used for reflection not planning. Time for the now, as Time Itself melted into just the passing of the sun across the sky, as it always does and always will. We stopped.
And now we move again. Waking from a dream, still half conscious. Stretching for that collective morning coffee.