The Quiet Fizz Of Slow Joys Grief is not downing another glass of prosecco while the moonlight excavates the quarry of a night sky. Perhaps it's the cold hugging  your hand while you struggle  with the weight of something  strong enough to crush a bottle  caught in the temporary boundary  between his hand on yours,  and the rain muting your cries as you remember how your shadows  shoaled together, fizzing in joy. ------------------------------------------------------------ Th