Cottage

Hope,

I’ve been smelling the cottage since April – constantly in the moisture in the air of spring, in the dust in my apartment building stairwell, in cleaning solution on the train, in fabric at work. And now the wind is blowing through the trees and a mosquito buzzes and there’s cool air blowing onto my bed in Vienna, just like in Michigan.

I should probably get there in September. Maybe Iceland will be a little bit like it? Maybe only in the sense that there will be waves and distance and reading next to others. Someday you will join me there. We will climb a sand dune.

See you in days,

Tim