Salud

A friend, on our walk in late winter, both of us masked, confessed that he was more careful now than months ago, with vaccination in reach and immunity tangible. We’ve come this far. Don’t throw the future away here at the end. And so we have practiced restraint. And the days begin to warm. My heavy coat is put away. Rue Cler has opened after a year of hibernation. I can taste the moules frites. I have the urge to say thank you, and toast our health, and those we lost. Inshallah.