A Bouquet of Lilies

A Sunday letter.

Dear Friend,

I’m sitting here in my living room and the sun has gone down. I have a candle lit. I cleaned the apartment today, and it took absolutely all of my energy. I’m trying to do it every week to keep things manageable. Then I went for my mandatory daily walk, down to the river and then back. The magnolias have faded but the cherry blossoms are now…