It smoothed me out to read your letter. Despite your strife you are so tender to me. I was certain it was going to be a Vicodin night as I needed some pinning down. But I lost that feeling when I read what you wrote.
I don’t know where we stand. And that is an eternal life for us. A feeling like emptying your lungs to sink to the bottom of a lake an squishing the mud underfoot then coming back to shore with clean feet.
So I guess I’m saying that we stand at the bottom of a lake, holding hands and working our toes. And we will someday swim to the shore with clean feet.