Dear,

The weather is much warmer now.  Today the world smelled of sunscreen; coconut and summer.  I traveled, secretly giddy with the sunlight, to the small beach near the old Chinese cemetery where the geese lounge during the day.  The rocks were hot to the touch, and I shifted my feet amongst them when the chilled breeze rolled in from the ocean.  My book, pressed upon me by my mother, was of the thrilling chase of whales and stars and those lost.  I have found myself thinking as the book speaks.  Sometimes I miss a shadow of you, like a sudden shiver of dread, an echo.  I still don’t really understand it.  I hope you are well.  Really, I do.  

Love,