Sept ember.

It's the end of September. Past the equinox. Past the new year. Getting to the end of the Days of Awe. A swim at Seapoint in the truth and hold of the waves. Culture Night with bread, drums and giant gallery projections. After school extra-curriculars and full day pick-ups and trying to adult our way into a term-time routine. War and destruction and violence and deaths and more deaths. A concert in Wembley together for Palestine. An anti-racism carnival after the rain. Sleeps and wakes and anger and joy and exhaustion and resignation and happiness and loss. An American football game in Croke Park. The absences of some, the presences of others. A month. Seven fires? Still burning. Still here.