Whirling, whirling about in a multicolored paisley abyss,
Once again I have lost my bearings. I need more time.
It is the seventies. I am twelve.
Her sunlit face, long blonde hair sparkling in her happiness.
That must have been a good day, the day he took that picture.
Quite photogenic. I didn't appreciate her beauty until now.
I just woke up. It is 2023.
Why didn't I...? But I found the letters. I did try.
It wasn't easy for either one of us.
We both loved my dad. We had that in common.
What invisible concrete block wall kept our hearts apart?
We weren't close. I regret that very much, however,
Nothing can change that, not even the weird fantastic hopes and dreams
That never emerged from some unknown depths within me until now.
