Dear Molly,
Mary sent a picture of her new apartment, a refuge in New England that sits by a river. High trees greet her window, wide water twists in the valley beneath.
Amy sends pictures of the vegetables from her garden. They are dusky and unpolished and look delicious and healthy. Happy tomatoes, full squash.
Manga, a young man of terrific poise and humor is starting a magazine with a friend just because they both love reading and writing. He lets me know the next issue takes its inspiration from concrete and how its “stark, rigid physicality is at once shadowed by its slippery ability to take any form.”
From a farm where the owners write children’s books and cook delicious meals, Liz sends a picture of the flowers their twelve-year-old daughter grows and arranges. These sit on the dinner table which looks over the English countryside.
Everywhere around us the day is immense, the soil deep, the ideas solid, the water clear. The sky we live under is sized for love and awe.
What, Dear Molly, do you need to see today?
Did you see?
Will you let me know?
Thanks,
Ted