back to the secret garden. i can just barely squeeze through the gate. the creature that died last fall is just bones now. spring will come and flowers and fruit will grow. but now is the time for rest. everything needs to rest. i'm staying off social media. i keep getting the message. i need to look inside myself. what's inside? i feel hollow. i feel a certain yearning. i may feel a quickening as the solstice nears. no one will see us in the secret garden, but we will be there.