Dear
X,
I
am sorry about the great ribbon of time between this letter and the last. I have been busy with my work-life (as I once
knew it) ending. I would rather not
explain that right now. But I do need to
tell you about the sun.
The
sun, dear X, has found a new place just above me.
Yesterday
afternoon I went out to lay supine on the concrete of my drive so that the
sunlight could press against me. Ants
doodled all around the concrete near me and a new kind of warm soaked right to
my bones. I heard a single robin “tuk-tuking”
in the distance.
For
a while, X, I had forgotten to be alive.
After
soaking in the sun for a while I stood up and then jumped a few times. I did not have a reason to jump. And I did not count how many times I jumped.
I
just jumped because I was alive.
What
more is there than that?
Your
thoughts?
Mitch
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