Twenty-twenty may seem so sad and grey, but those who wail in pain, saying that the year was a waste, only see its good erased. Twenty-twenty imprisoned us. I know. Still stuck in our houses. Our old ways out the window, and the new ones hammered in. But twenty-twenty may still have some brightness in store, burrowed under the headlines and the pain we all know. For we have adapted well, and now with renewed hope for the old ways once again. But is that really all we take awa