Dear Charlie,
Thank you for your letter. I love to wake up in the afternoon, roam around the house with my coffee mug and find a white envelope with my name on it at my slippers.
After placing it on my desk, I opened my office window to hear the wet sound of cars ride by between the bird conversations. It’s a calm grey day here, with a wind that would go unnoticed if you didn't take the time to look at the tall trees.
It was good to hear that you are back from your boredom. I must admit, all the stories about your dog trying to play Shakespeare was not all that interesting to me either. Speaking of animals... that reminds me that I must get some cat food before five. I will have to somehow get dressed and go outside in the mist. The eyes will be peeping comfortably from their cushioned seats behind their colorful blinds instead of watching me from their stoop, to my delight.
Have you ever thought about how, we as recluses, when we decide to go out we go out with a bang? You to London, I to Fes. When socially agile people go out on a regular basis, they go out with nothing more than a whimper of a reunion call to their local brewery. Do you ever think about going back, Charlie? The only letter you sent to me from London is still neatly placed above the others in the box, near the ceiling fan. It is probably the shortest letter I’ve received from you yet it is, I think, the one that says it all. Just one loud bang.
Well my heart is ticking, I have to care for something.
Thank you for your letter. I love to wake up in the afternoon, roam around the house with my coffee mug and find a white envelope with my name on it at my slippers.
After placing it on my desk, I opened my office window to hear the wet sound of cars ride by between the bird conversations. It’s a calm grey day here, with a wind that would go unnoticed if you didn't take the time to look at the tall trees.
It was good to hear that you are back from your boredom. I must admit, all the stories about your dog trying to play Shakespeare was not all that interesting to me either. Speaking of animals... that reminds me that I must get some cat food before five. I will have to somehow get dressed and go outside in the mist. The eyes will be peeping comfortably from their cushioned seats behind their colorful blinds instead of watching me from their stoop, to my delight.
Have you ever thought about how, we as recluses, when we decide to go out we go out with a bang? You to London, I to Fes. When socially agile people go out on a regular basis, they go out with nothing more than a whimper of a reunion call to their local brewery. Do you ever think about going back, Charlie? The only letter you sent to me from London is still neatly placed above the others in the box, near the ceiling fan. It is probably the shortest letter I’ve received from you yet it is, I think, the one that says it all. Just one loud bang.
Well my heart is ticking, I have to care for something.
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