October 26, 2020

My dearest,

We are strolling in our garden. It’s a new hobby of ours, what with you photographing the wildlife and telling me about their habits and their patterns.

The ferocious black praying mantis that disappeared after a couple of days of staking a claimed on a territory, only to reappear elsewhere, eager to repeat the cycle.

The green backed spider who has no business: its webs perfect and undamaged, and thus, its larder bare.

The trio of butterflies who always hang out together; we would later try differentiating which is which by the pattern on their wings, from the beautiful photographs you had taken.

You are my guide to our garden. You are my guide to seeing things with fresh eyes. You are my guide to the best of life and our love within it. Thank you.

Yours, ever and always.