....writing letters.

Dear Everyone and No one all at once,

Where are you today? What are you doing right now. I wish I knew, but then again it probably isn’t important for me to know. What I am doing is of no consequence to you.

What do you think of my penmanship? It is, strangely enough, one of my favourite features. I like making long swoopy letters.

Would you like to have tea with me? I heard that written in a letter once. “Oh, dear, how much I wish that you could come to me for a cup of tea.” I’ve almost run out of tea waiting for you. But I don’t know that you will ever come. You don’t know where I am and I don’t know what you’re doing and I don’t even know if you like tea and I’m heartsick over it. I love tea.

Where are you today? What are you doing? I’m going to learn to make moccasins soon. Will you be proud of me? Or will you laugh at how silly I am? I hope that you won’t laugh. I hope you love that I love moccasins and that my hobbies are very much akin to those of an old woman’s. Sometimes I feel like I’ve seen the whole world and that knitting is just the most practical thing to do right now.

Do you know yourself well? Do you have things that you want very much? Are there things you think you might do? There are things that you don’t know yet that you will do. I can’t wait for you to discover them. Some things you will do with great pride and some other things you will wish no one else to know. Some things you will bury and some things you will unearth. I hope that I might share in these things with you.

Is it warm where you are? It’s cold where I am right now and I miss sunsets after nine pm. I miss riding my bicycle towards the orange and pink. Do you feel warmth when you turn your face to the sun? I wish for you to smile and think of me but you can’t and you won’t. You are in my heart and yet I cannot find you and I don’t really know where to look.

My feet are cold; I will wait for you with the tea.