As I sit writing your letter I know it will be late getting to you. I should have known given how long the last letter took to write. Crafting the words is difficult, words quietly weaving a tapestry of my heart with gentle colors that will speak to you. Perhaps I try to hard to find the right words, when I hear you without them and perhaps you hear me. The letter will be finished and I hope it brings you to you what I hold deep within. For now just listen quietly to the wind and you will hear my love as it travels to you each day.