The chores await regardless of my attitude.

Is this day filled with hardship or ease? How can I know when my judgments are so clouded?

While I labor mending the boundary fence, let me discover the treasure you left in the post hole. None could have seen it coming, yet I will look back on this day. as if it were inevitable.

(Letter #2,335)

There is a spark in me. Can the world snuff it out?

Warmth in my chest grows day by day. Some dawns, my heart is afire. Do I burn too brightly to last?

Lord, let me tend this flame. Tomorrow may bring winter.

(Letter #2,334)