September 2, 2012

My dearest,

We are surrounded by green in the heart of the city. Who knew such a sanctuary existed? I walk ahead while you trail behind, happily snapping away at the natural beauty of the place. Birds are chirping; insects too, making their own brand of gentle calls. Fit, elderly folks practice tai-chi. Kids run about, without fear.

Every Sunday ought to be this peaceful.

There’s nothing quite like seeing you this way, in nature, with birds and bees and the breeze in our faces.

Yours, ever and always.