I’ve got mail!

My good friend, who says everything changes always, didn’t write me over Christmas this year. I just got a pretty French postcard from her, though. It’s the last day of the year, and the habitual joy to celebrate pages turning doesn’t seem to sooth me much lately; I couldn’t be more grateful that these generous words still found their gracefully way to Berlin on time to actualize the ritual. I guess they keep pushing me to always try to appreciate what has been good and to not give up on wanting something further: I get lost quite often in the exhaustion of such attempts. 

It’s not the first time that I’ve got mail this month, it was actually a good year regarding epistolary exchange, mainly with unexpected senders and recipients. There is almost always room to really nice surprises, we just have to keep looking to a variety of directions. That is the only way I know, by the way, to continue opening boxes lightly (it has never been easy before, but it is especially not in the current ongoing  isolation of a kind). 

Rockets burst for hours outside, the cat is no longer scared. He has had a special meal and is now sleeping on the heater as usual. I wish for us all to remain kind and curious.