The 29th day of September 2023


I awoke early today, thinking of you. Of fending off the encroaching autumn air being wrapped together with you. I wonder if you have these thoughts still.

I am quite beside myself to hear from you again. To see you, and to hold you to me.

And our vigorous friends cannot compete with the thoughts I have of you.

Yours, A.

P.S. I’m thinking of the last note you left me in a book, and my last book note to you. It’s been a fragmented day. I’m willing you to contact me as soon as you are able.