My love, I could finally feel the sun today. Off to bed soon. There is a strange, quiet mercy in the way the warm light fills the room, as though the entire world suspended its restless chatter just to let me breathe. I spent the afternoon watching shadows stretch across the wooden floor, thinking of you. You have become the steady axis around which my most chaotic thoughts settle into peace. Distance feels like an ocean, yet every pulse of heat against my skin carries your whisper. I leave the curtains slightly open tonight so the morning light might reach me first, and in that first pale sunrise, I know I will find myself searching for you all over again.