Dear You,

Today a friend spoke of seasons, chapters, plot twists and endings. I thought of you and felt gratitude flanked by an ever present apprehension.

The gratitude is self-explanatory but the apprehension begs explanation. It’s kinda like when someone walks out the door to go somewhere, realizes they forgot their phone and decide that because of time and expectation it’s safer to leave it behind.

They are confident in their destination and equally discomforted by the illusion of lost communication.

May you find peace in knowing the signal is never lost.

Love,
Me