Nearly a year in a new captivity, a new world of masks, home learning and fear of getting close.

A year of extremes.

A year that screens became the window to the world.

A year of superheroes in blue.

A year that saw my children grow out of their shoes and I didn’t need to replace them.

A year of insomnia and stars I didn’t know existed, early morning breath and bird song, dogs racing through discarded masks and gloves.

A year where the doorstep and the sky outside felt too big.

A year we are still here, lucky to continue, reluctant to move forward for fear of leaving behind that which we’ve lost.

A year.