Monday, July 15, 2019

What does it matter, that I am prepared for this day or not? It will arrive and unfold regardless.

The sun’s rays will hit my bare feet as I open my door, the wind will blow fresh scents to me. The rain may fall.

And here am I, thinking I can hold back the tide through greater effort. Let me, instead, walk barefoot on the shore.

(Letter #1,647)