Jewel

Dear friend, 

       The title of this letter will also be the title of a short story that I will write before the year ends. I haven't held myself accountable for Seasons but the manuscript is lying around somewhere and I'll get back to it when I do. When I think about this story, I imagine a hidden beach, messages in bottles, crystal eyes, late May, an empty studio, a gloss-finish guitar, and a man with curly hair singing from the top of his lungs. There is a long list of things to do until then but I've written it down in my notes and I'm confident that I'll find a way to get started on it soon. It'll be my birthday in a few weeks and I'm going to spend that time pondering how far I've come from last year to this year, and how endless that space in between felt like. Time is a curious thing but so are people. There is a girl whom I care for very much though I'm not quite where she is or what she's doing, I hope she is well. And that if she stumbles upon these letters, she'll smile and remember when I didn't confess to her that I cared for her, I'm certain now that she knew. The weather is getting colder and the sun is setting earlier, I better get back to my work. We'll keep in touch though. I'll send you my draft as soon as it's finished. Let me know how it makes you feel, and if I should add more. 

      Love always,

Rave

Adam Melchor, Jewel, 2020