Dear Monday,
If I didn’t know you were a holiday, I’d swear you were Sunday…
Love,
Kevin
(1 September 2014)
Dear Monday,
If I didn’t know you were a holiday, I’d swear you were Sunday…
Love,
Kevin
(1 September 2014)
Dear Sunday,
Mmm…sleepy… Well, we both know what day it is…
Love,
Kevin
(31 August 2014)
Dear Saturday,
Weird dreams last night. I’m glad I don’t really look like that…
Love,
Kevin
(30 August 2014)
Dear Friday,
I think autumn has arrived a bit early…
Love,
Kevin
(29 August 2014)
Dear Thursday,
Your weather confuses me. It looks cloudy and cool, but even wearing a light long-sleeve shirt makes me sweaty…
Love,
Kevin
(28 August 2014)
Dear Wednesday,
There’s always something to wait for, it seems.
Love,
Kevin
(27 August 2014)
Dear Tuesday,
Sometimes it’s strange to see old things in new contexts.
Love,
Kevin
(26 August 2014)
Scenes from last night’s dreams…
Dear Monday,
You and Wednesday are in cahoots, aren’t you? At least I’m making progress on this thing…
Love,
Kevin
(25 August 2014)
It’s completely a coincidence that I wrote this last night. The first line popped into my head as I was watching the BBC’s Kate Bush documentary. The parenthetical line sums up part of my experience living in Tokyo—if more than a couple of months had passed since the last noticeable earthquake, I’d start to get a little nervous, figuring that the regular small earthquakes helped release energy that might otherwise build up to later produce a much stronger earthquake.