June 11, 2019

My dearest,

You send me a photograph of the skies above your office. The smog is gone; the monsoon rains aren’t here yet.

Instead a most brilliant blue, a field of white clouds making their pilgrimage across the universe. Below the green of the urban park renewing, a promise nature always triumphs no matter what we throw at it.

I tell you it’s like a cotton garden in the sky.

Just a single moment that cannot stay, but we stay it by sharing it and by sharing our day across land and sea. From sky to sky, we hold hands and enjoy the view together.

Yours, ever and always.