Stuck in a privileged bubble.
Stuck in a home with people I love.
Stuck, listening to my favorite music: the rain outside my window.
Stuck with so many art supplies that I can’t step or move or use them.
Stuck with so much to do that all I can do is feel.
Thankful.
Overwhelming gratitude.
Like I should be doing more.
But right now, I’d best stay.
Stuck.