Dear Jan

[the mingo]

Dear Jan,

My dog is restless this morning. I've had him out twice and he still can't settle. Maybe it's existential. It is almost noon & already warm. He's a big guy - hard for him to stay cool here in late July.

I have learned to talk to other women but it's not the same. It will never be the same. I did not know anything back then & the knowledge I have gained since our separation is bitter to the core.

I have learned to talk to other women for what comfort there is in it. There remains no life without you. You thought to go where I could not reach you yet the day is coming when I will be where you are, it is unavoidable and not of my doing. I will find you.

I worry about my dog. There are days when he is restless and the reasons for it elude me. He is well-fed & comfortable & it must be something simple, maybe even obvious, but I have been disappointed on that line of thought before.

I miss you, my Love. I thought it was going to rain but it may just be clouds passing in front of the sun.

[still.trucking]

Thank you for letting me read over her shoulder.

[the mingo]

You're welcome, Jack.