We were crowded on the sunlit parks, between the concrete and grass beneath our feet, barely realizing this would be our last summer in flocks for a long time. The solitude of my days now gazes through the indifference of this lonely heart, perceiving how abundant life once was for me. I never grasped it, but I always felt this chilling presence between the warmest of my days. It were always there, now during this season of death and isolation I realize the same feeling from before, it was always there, but now it, or maybe she, introduces herself more constantly. She always were between us all, graciously letting us be, till no more.