Or in our case, a dozen feet up or down from it. Did you smell the dumplings cooking, or did I smell the orchids through the floorboards? Even with a mask to cover your dimple, I saw your eyes smile at me like sweet pink candy. Following my nose, I found juniper and peppermint. The masks came off. So now that we’ve assimilated our germ pools and started calling each other names, let’s dance. I want to dance with you while we watch the world begin to heal. And even more-so, I want to work with you as part of the solution. Like perilous red boulders above that hold each other balanced in place, let’s support each other. Like the warm sun coming through thin air, and like clean water for thirsting roots, let’s nourish each other. Let’s help each other grow. We’re in the dark, and we’re up against darkness, but let’s not let the darkness creep in and make us cold. Luckily, we’ve got a cuddle for that.