libra sun, libra moon
It’s October now, and I’m in the studio early on this grey morning. I abandoned this little letter, as I do with many things over the summer, wrote a few versions and deleted them all – out of fear? high expections? too much to do? Anyways, today feels like a good day to write you a letter. Let me show you what it’s been like.
I turned the heat on last week, replaced the quilt with the duvet. Damn by Ada Lea is on repeat while I write this and I’m thinking of how sometimes a song finds you at the perfect moment, and fills all of space that is missing. I’m thinking of how different I feel from last year to this year, and remembering how good it felt to hug my best friends for the first time in two years. Remembering the sun on my face and the wind in my hair on BC Ferries. Salt water on my lips.
The season turns. Libra sun, libra moon. I pick fresh mint from Oma’s garden and dry it above the heater. Take a flash photo. Leather jacket over cashmere sweater, and blue jeans paired with blundstones. Flowers wrapped in brown paper. Anticipating a birthday, a plane ride. Letter in the mailbox. Moonrise over pink sky.
Lots to tell you soon, but we’ll leave it at that for now. Until next time.
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