I hope this letter finds you well. Last night was beautiful. I, of course, was dazzling in an overcoat made of charcoal and african fine silk. I sat on our old bench and absorbed the summer air like a slug bathing in salt. I did this until I met a young man who was too playful to tell me his name. He took me on a mystical journey that I cherished all morning in the emergency room. I can’t wait to speak with you about this upon your return.