My Dearest Briar,

I’m sitting on a train this morning, thinking about you.

I’m always thinking of you.

It’s raining here. I often wonder what it is like where you are. Does it rain?

I would imagine if it does, the most beautiful gardens would bloom.

Here, without you, the grey skies darken and a storm threatens.

I will take shelter from the elements and when the sun breaks through, I will take those tears from heaven and plant a garden in honour of you.

Yours Faithfully,

Me