Flurries

Gotta make this quick as I’ll be with my children momentarily—got up at 7:30am and wrote twelve pages for the day. Ones that in the end, had me all gone in tears, and thinking about my parents.

What’s ironic about this: my parents are not really mentioned in any of the pages, but they are felt. And that’s the way it needed to be, with me today, here in Mexico City, missing them from a few thousand miles away.

There’s so much more I could say, but there is just time for me to share the pages.

I was so lost by this last page that I forgot to write the number. So I thought I would just leave it as is.

-W.V.Carleton