The grimness of 2020 and the force of love that refused to die
Generosity with heels dug in is what can lift the darkness that was cast upon us during the year
Once there was a chalk circle and a child made me stand inside it. On an eroding concrete platform between heaps of rubble and a stream of slush. She held both my hands, pulled hard, trying to disbalance me, with laughter shaking her slight five-year old frame. She gave up in moments, but not my hands. Holding them tightly, she climbed up my body, my hands going up autonomically to give her leverage. She clung to me with her arms around my neck. Chuckling softly. You win only by giving up, in the test of a chalk circle.