The How

Bucket-lovest.

It's so wonderful!

I can send my blog letters. Love letters and hate mail and Dear-Abby-letters.

And the letters will be turned into leaves. And hung up on an endless tree of thoughts.

Sometimes people wander under that tree. Some gaze up at the filigree of thoughts and wonder at what they see. Some see beauty. Some others see ordinary. I see a million coloured reflections of me.

Each thought, as it tinkles in the summer breeze takes on a different hue. There are greys among the vibrant mauves and mango yellows. There is black behind the crimson and making the forget-me-not blue darker. But there is always a thought for every moment of my passing across the landscape of a life I can't wait to experience.

But the real brilliance is that there are others that want to traverse through my life, under the canopy of my thoughts with me. And they are the ones that pass through my letters, wading through the words that I dress my tree with. They look up into the tinkling sky and figure me out and underfoot, the beads of thought that dripped from my letters to the ground give them a summer street to be comfortable strolling along.

Wanderers through my growing forest of thoughts,

this letter is for you.

Summer swishes of plans and memories await me.

Rain will bring puddles and streams of ideas

and with the 

Winter comes my steed of many dreams.
And they will all become letters. 

To you.

From me.