I have a small piece of good news: it rained today. It has been raining all day. I do not have much else to say, so I will tell you a story.
Once, some years ago, in about 2018, Mom and I visited Eugene for the first time in awhile. That night, after it was dark, we visited your house. All we did was look at it. The light was on in the attic in the little closet-space where our clothes hang. I looked at that light and knew you were inside. I felt like Gatsby gazing across the bay. I still think about that light sometimes. Sometimes I think that you might think that I could be outside anytime, stalking the neighborhood. I often wish I were.
With love,
Alice