Dear Friend,
I read your letter again and again, and each time it
feels like sitting beside you in the rain. It slows something down in me, like
a sadness I didn’t speak finally slipped away. Just gone, like a bird taking
off on a breezy afternoon. When you treat the little things like they matter, I
can’t help but wonder if they were actually everything all along. Maybe that’s
what your world feels like too. Gentle. Unrushed.
And maybe that’s why you love slow moments in nature.
There, you flop down on the grass to read or simply watch the clouds drift by.
Whether outside or in, you love the mellow spell of
rainy weather, soft candlelight, and your daily ritual of tea. You're one of
those rare ones who enjoys books the way others enjoy long talks with a friend.
And just so you know, your face gives off kindness without even trying.
Hope you get a restful night wherever you are. Good
night for now. : )
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