correspondence, round 2.

dear rush-hour drivers,
i hope i made you smile when you saw me face plant on the sidewalk while running today.  i smiled, too. but only after large string of choice words.  

dear sky,
i decided to lie down on the grass and look up at you today for the first time in a long time.  it was the best five minutes i've had in a while.  thanks.

dear night,
you and i are not friends lately.  i'm actually kind of starting to dread you. can we fix this, please?

dear schwestis (plus jules and mr. t),
vous me manquez.