It seems everyrthing´s back to normal but I don´t fancy this word if it means we´re not with you. I miss you, Elmo.
What´s normal and what´s not?
If only you were here with me to look children back to school through the window, to see how windy it´s getting, to smell the violet, to feel this stillness together.

 

Wherever you are,

you are with me.