Dear Summer, It was raining all day today. Have you ever noticed the colour of the moisture laden sky on a late cloudy evening? It is pink, well…purplish pink. I was so in awe when I first saw a pink night sky; it was in London, where the clouds hang eerily low - the sun has no say - the clouds rule the sky, entirely. To the pink night sky! (although, you know I am always rooting for blue skies) Your blue sky - slightly pink tonight, Ray
Dear Ray, I woke up sun-kissed. What joy. I realized something while brushing my teeth this morning (the only time I really look at myself in the mirror); my greying pattern is like the fall descending on the maple tree downstairs, starting from the crown, slight east off centre and an abrupt blob far west.
Dearest Summer, I went out for a walk through the quiet lanes of my neighbourhood. I planned to keep my distance from people if I encountered them on the route. During that half an hour, I only saw 4 people, carrying groceries. On my way I saw beautiful houses, a quiet school, a church, an empty playground and lots of trees basking in sunlight waiting for new leaves of spring. And I saw a bird. A beautiful bird.