We used to write letters. We used to wait for them for days and sometimes weeks. Such a sweet longing. When they finally arrived, my whole body would fill with a warm glow. The anticipation of words meant for me. A good dose of happiness. Something so simple. so small that can keep us alive.

My letters are a place for pause and some inward migration, where I share my musings, insights and news more intimately. 

My next letters will be coming soon. Love Annegret. x