August 21, 2013

My dearest,

It’s Mittwoch, the middle of the week. The dull thumping of muted car horns; the sprawl of human-sized ants in opposite directions exiting the subway; the helpless droning of the failing office air-conditioners; the sleeping buddhas in the meeting rooms.

One more day till Thursday; two till near-freedom; three more and we’re free from the hottest, heaviest weight of a week that is almost neverending.

Yours, ever and always.