My Dear Scarlet.
It seems we have been united by our fondness for Enigma.
I found peace here, peace in you.
As I sit, headphones on, muting the outside world giving me focus on you, I wonder about you.
I forgot to answer your question about my painting, yes I painted it, albeit not my greatest skill.
It was my copy of a photograph I took over a lake in Mid-Wales a number of years ago.
It was a moment of calm, of wonder and serenity, early evening just as the day was coming to a close.
The original hangs proudly for me to gaze over.
I’m not a painter, however thank you for your compliment, you’re very kind.
I notice your photo, letters and flowers, I wish I could pen a letter to you my friend just like that photo.
Your closing comments brought humanity and heartfelt wonder to me, I do miss you.
I share the same feelings, no longer moments, but letters to a very dear friend, a very dear friend indeed.
It excites me that we have this, this friendship from the ether,
I’m always excited to see your words.
You make me smile.
You make me feel…worth.
I know there are many friends here, but it feels that you and I have often spoken more directly.
There’s an intimacy, you and I, untied by Enigma.
United by distant thoughts.
How much I wish we could have that coffee, Covent Garden.
I wonder if you’d recognise me.
Alas, here we are.
My distant friend,
Maybe a love we’ll never know.
Years pass by,
Always here,
Messages for you.
