A digital print of poetry set on a backdrop of New Year's Eve fireworks - elements of life and joy in the midst of a global pandemic.
"When clouds of smoke smell like gathered grief - lit with joyful fuses. When hope crackles - and lights up a midnight sky. When solidarity looks like isolation in unison - fireworks like flare guns - we're still here. In a new year, we'll get there. Wherever there is, however the get is gotten - I see fire at midnight - I taste life in the sky."