Hello, Friend!
How have you been? I hope you are feeling at least a little bit okay amidst this chaos that we call life. How am I doing, you ask? There isn't ever a sincere response to that one, is there? But let me give it a try.
I am okay, Friend. "Okay" - a very convenient word! I have reached such weird depths of negativity that I stink of it now. Even I can smell my stink. But let's not linger on that. For this is a space where I come to feel better about myself. Let's try to keep it that way.
So, I have been reading Sarah Winman's TINMAN these days. A very slow and yet a very beautiful read so far. And I haven't reached that far. It looks like a story of memories to me at the moment. Powerful drug - memories. How beautifully Sarah writes. There is this passage somewhere in the beginning of the book that I keep going back to may be because I can relate to it and definitely because its so beautifully written that I can see the scenes roll into a movie in my mind. Let me add the excerpt here for you to soak your mind in.
Ellis wondered when he’d last seen the sun. He felt restless after shift, and when he felt like that he never went home straightaway because the loneliness would pounce. Sometimes, he cycled up to Shotover Woods, or out to Waterperry, just him filling the hours with the dull burn of miles in his calves. He’d watch the morning lighten against the trees and listen to birdsong to soothe his ears after the clash of industry. He tried not to think too much about things, out there in nature, and sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t. When it didn’t, he cycled back thinking his life was far from how he had intended it to be.
How nice it would be to place yourselves amongst the trees and breathe in their life, to enjoy the sounds of the woods, to treat your eyes to the magnificent elements of lovely Mother Nature. I would very much love that. Would you like to join me? We could have so much fun. Being comfortable with each others words and silences. And have a lovely breakfast spread wrapped carefully in our bright and colourful picnic baskets. We could walk around lakes and drink their fresh and sparkling water. I am picturing Anne's adventures through the forests now whilst writing this. I would love to be a real-life Anne or at least befriend one. What fun! Aaah!
Okay, Friend. That's all I have got for today. Let me know what you think of my letters. Do you read them with as much enthusiasm as I have when I write them? Would love to hear from you.
Take care, Friend.
Love and then a lot more love,
Your Friend.
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