I'm currently next to my open window enjoying the sounds of the night air. I had some blueberries covered in maple syrup, and I feel really content right now. In terms of grief and loss, I am trying to find comfort in orange and yellow. They were and are my grandma's favorite colors. They tend to pop up in unexpected places, and I feel a mixture of profound joy and sadness. I am grieving other things as well. I think we all are to some extent. I originally was going to write about all of the things I missed from "before" like crowded cafes, concerts, etc. Perhaps I'll touch on that in the future, but when I sat down to write it was my grandma and the July night I spent in Penn Station with that boy that I felt like talking about. What an interesting combination. Anyway, thank you for listening and reading this.