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Dear Jesy,
It is Sunday and the first day I can sit in a shirt on my balcony in the sun, some music playing, shades on my nose and coffee in hand. My balcony is bare still, and snowbells are only just popping out of the grass in my garden below, the cherry tree blossoms are barely budding but I can feel it, you know? You just feel this certain energy returning to the world around you, and it fills me with joy and pleasure and laughter and love for everything in my life.
I was very glad to have received your text, a different sign of life from you, and I hope you are well and living the life you want and dream of.
I don't mind not having received a letter lately; the world keeps turning and new things appear on its many horizons. Last summer, the river, you: these things are always with me and pop up in my head from time to time, and I cherish those moments as much as having lived through them. There will be a day in my life when you and I are in the same place again--even if we are unaware.
I feel the passing of time so sweetly.
Love,
Sarah
It is Sunday and the first day I can sit in a shirt on my balcony in the sun, some music playing, shades on my nose and coffee in hand. My balcony is bare still, and snowbells are only just popping out of the grass in my garden below, the cherry tree blossoms are barely budding but I can feel it, you know? You just feel this certain energy returning to the world around you, and it fills me with joy and pleasure and laughter and love for everything in my life.
I was very glad to have received your text, a different sign of life from you, and I hope you are well and living the life you want and dream of.
I don't mind not having received a letter lately; the world keeps turning and new things appear on its many horizons. Last summer, the river, you: these things are always with me and pop up in my head from time to time, and I cherish those moments as much as having lived through them. There will be a day in my life when you and I are in the same place again--even if we are unaware.
I feel the passing of time so sweetly.
Love,
Sarah
Sarah Vogel is a writer-at-large and raffish correspondent based in Switzerland.
