i know it's dorky, right, all these pictures of me without you going on walks we used to do. so i'm a dork, who cares? right? so, it's good to go back to the beach. again i miss you and again i feel you here. dog of my heart, it's true. they talk about reopening now, i guess they're doing it. we didn't close, and were glad to keep on in the lull. they talk about resilience too. used to be ecology, now it's the economy right. nope, it's ecology, oh well. i'm doing my version of reopening, with you without you, and i'm resilient, i was worried about me, but you probably knew i'd be ok, and you'd be watching over me. and you were so resilient too, mister, so proud of you. i'm rambling, i still do that, you heard it all the time, bemused or doing your own daydreaming. oh we had some rambles, come to it. this is so nice, i just want to keep taking to you, like on our walks, like in here, like then, like now, like you're still here, you are still here. so reopening without you is absurd and unthinkable, because we never closed. i just want to one thing about grief i think is everything becomes ordinary and everything is alive.