Getting Through

We have left the bubble of caution, survived ourselves, diaries are stored now like logbooks kept only for the recording of dates, and not those unspoken fears that drove us to journal the days. Summer comes pouring in, forgotten doors are opened in secret gardens, vineyards of hope refresh and provide. Looking backwards we see cobwebs dissolving, yet we no longer linger in what now seems a yester-age, but look forward and stride with a steadier step, seeking out human contact as it were the very wine of life.