Letter to You | April 2025

And silently,
to our house,
in the night and the shadow,
with your steps will enter
perfume's silent step
and with starry feet
the clear body of spring.

April was a weird one. I got the flu at the beginning of the month, and slept for 12 hours the first few days. Then, I let myself get lost in the bustle and hassle, and lost my routine. But I am working on getting it back.

I thoroughly enjoyed Gerry Mulligan's Night Lights. It pairs well with reading Pablo Neruda. I also love listening to it when I write postcards. I took a long break from sending postcards, but I'm so happy to return to it. Time to let my washi tapes and stickers shine.

Having your cat sit on your lap or lie on your legs is probably one of the things that brings me the most joy. It gives me butterflies. It makes me feel so loved, and I feel so much love at once. I wish you the same kind of love. I think this is the Sunday kind of love Etta James was talking about.

Yours truly :)