Brother,
The birds sing gleefully at the arrival of the sun. Warmth returns to its light, and snow melts. I believe I can hear roots awakening. Buds emerge from dormant branches, ready to make the sky a hovering canopy of green.
By mid-afternoon the air is alive, sitting outside is a pleasure. I can read quietly, take in the smell of dead leaves. Confetti from last year's autumn spectacle, now soil for the plants.
I miss you. You would have loved all these running streams. Some of them have cut through the backyard, turning it to mud. But I enjoy hearing it - the water - can't bring myself to block them off.
I see more people on my walks, they wave and smile in their thin coats. As the snow melts so do the layers we wear. I find it mild to be honest - could go all day in jeans and a tee shirt. Ms. Becket disagrees with me, preferring her wool sweaters and thick hats. I cannot blame her in the end.
Wherever you are I hope they have spring like this. The livening of the world's beauty once again. Turning from deep thoughtful winter to energetic summer. Stunning beaches and crystal waters.
I feel your absence deeply, a hole thrumming in my heart. It still saddens me to think how many years you have lost. I'm trying to live for the both of us.
I plan on going into town tomorrow, maybe sit by the ocean. Such wonderful weather cannot be ignored. Maybe I'll set this letter adrift - it might find you one day. Or the ocean can eat away at it until the words float away. Up into heaven?
I miss you so much, but I smile, spring is here.
Love, Bittersweet Happiness
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Scraps of A Mind
General FictionUnder my feet is the earth, above my small form is the sky. Both seem endless and vast, stretching onwards forever. In between these things are thoughts, rattling around in my brain like a landslide with no direction. Here are some thoughts, the one...
