It really has been a long time since I last wrote to you. Somehow, I had not lifted the pen for a long time, words seemed to have frozen and I was going on in a trance.
I know you must be a bit worried by now or wondering whether I am in the clutches of one of my bouts of depression. Let me allay your fears – it is not so. Not all trances are necessarily bad and this definitely aint.
Annie, we have had several conversations over the years, when I have felt your responses in the gentle night breeze or the embrace of the early morning sun. you have inspired me to hold on to perhaps something abstract or even just a notion that better things will come. The eternal sceptic, doubted you. Today, perhaps the wait is over.
Annie, I am drenched again. After all these years of blinding agony, it’s raining again. The fragrance of the night stars and steady assurance of the river seems to be intoxicating me. Each shared laugh or innocent moment of love seems to be a gift.
Sometimes, life makes us feel glad that it is uncertain. Such moments are rare, but this is one such moment when am at peace with the world. I know you must be giving one of your indulgent smiles now, thinking these are the words of a man who is high on life…well I am.
Is that a bad thing???
With all my best wishes,