Dear Ephemeral,

How are you?

I miss you, I hope you know.

There's a storm brewing... I wish I could tell you what's going on, but the fact of the matter is, I myself don't know...

Denial is a good word. Pride is another. Fear possibly... And maybe we could even add confusion to that mix... But Confusion is always a good word anyway.

There's much to be said, but I'd rather be silent until my head catches up with my heart.

And so allow me to blow kisses to the wind... Hoping that the same wind will blow your way.

There's a storm brewing. And your umbrella isn't going to help.


As Always,
D.