I’ve been craving a certain kind of tiny love letter these days. One that says, I see it and you over there. I feel you. Do you feel my hand? The easy and not at all complex— even for a moment—kind of letter. I kept on craving and found it in myself and on my clothes early one evening.
It was an open shirt dress with the wind on my belly, saying, I am touching you.
It was my skirt moving through a jubilant Brooklyn street, saying, I am going to move alongside you.
It was the bow on a pair of espadrilles saying, I am going to hold you.
Sometimes, the letters are right there. They don’t need our searching.
Any love letters of your own? I would love to hear.
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What a pretty outfit! You look lovely! That scarf is dreamy.
I LOVE THIS OUTFIT
Lovely outfit! Love it love it!
Thank you Michela!
The whole thing, including the prose!
Thank you for reading, as always. Susan!
I love the poetry of this. I’ve been practicing improving my posture when I walk, and I’ve been feeling a tiny message support from my shoulders when they stretch back. And my hair when the wind picks up going, “look at youuuuuu.”
So pretty!! The skirt, the scarf, the way you’ve combined it & the way you’ve described it <3