To those I love,
I’m writing this letter late on a night that I might forget. But I’m writing to you to see how you’re doing. Though I can’t get a response back, just check in on yourself and the world around you for me. The other day I did the same and found myself anxious but a sweet sense came over me as well. That sweetness was in the possibilities that lay ahead of me in the future you exist in now.
The possibilities I encountered involved you living in a world that maybe looks a little greener and where people lead lives that are not shaded by the looming threat of climate change or nuclear holocaust. But I hope that the time you live in has seen the change I wanted to see as a child and young man. A place with less meaningless consumption. An atmosphere that’s thick with oxygen and the exhales of many happy things.
I promise to think of you more. I promise to do my part.