I hope this letter finds the lot of you well and thriving. What a splendid morning it was my friends. This morning was the first morning in 42 days that I did not have to report to the mercantile store to serve employment. How grand it felt.
To celebrate I took my coffee under the elm tree by the water garden. It didn't take long to saucer the coffee and as I did I enjoyed the most delightful spring rhapsody from the birds in the branches above, as the homeless cats that I carry stewardship over swished around my feet in hopes of just a wee bit attention.
Of course... you were on my mind and I knew I would be coming to see you even though the wind was quite strong. At your home I decided to use the new gift I spoke of yesterday - the Aftermath. It wasn't long until a young fellow by the order of the Mirror latched on to my gift. He had a lot of spunk and that seems to be inherent to the Mirror order.
After letting the young fellow go to explore other treasures that lay in wait, a most beautiful sight caught my eye. In yesterday's letter I made reference to how we can find both pretty and ugly on the creek and the woods, the wild.
I think the following postcards will further illustrate both pretty and ugly and serves as an example of which I speak. I am sure you will agree with me that the geese navigating your current this morning are quite a beautiful sight.
Now my friends, for the ugly I present to you another postcard as the geese are taking flight and as you already know there is ugly in your sea lane in the form of a blue trash barrel and school desk - both courtesy of the hands of man and the school system. Most certainly not are they sailing vessels... they are simply trash and I have plans to remove their flounder selves before they end up further downstream.
Perhaps someday you will understand why I prefer to be in the company of you and other wild creatures rather than those of my own kind. It is my kind who pollute and destroy and I think Utah Phillips may have said it best with these words, "The earth is not dying, it is being killed. And the people who are killing it have names and addresses."
My friends, if your home becomes any more compromised I am thinking about letting you be as far as holding conversations. As I told you in a previous exchange I will come to you and serve your needs as best I can, but I will not fish for you in hopes of a connection - at least not until things improve.
If I decide to let you be, I want you to know... I will miss you dearly.
Prairie Ocean Fly Fisher