Dear pen pal,   I long to write to you from the corner of my eye and of my world. Today, here, the sun is bright and warm, shining like it is already singing for Spring. The dog and cat are outside, sitting in autumn’s dead leaves we never rake (it helps the bugs). I have 5 tulips in front of me, two small fijoa tree shoots, and  a pink poinsettia from Noel. Spring is here today and has been since St Patrick’s Day.    What keeps you alive these days? What adventures are you considering or taking? I have a nice life here, in the sunshine and forest with man and beasts. But I sometimes think of you with regrets. My words were harsh and my tone obnoxious. I think of you to this day, alone but serene without you in my daily life.   I hope the sun travels your way, east of the rockies and of the St Lawrence river. May I hear from you in the songs of birds, chirping under the blue sky of this fine west coast afternoon.    Love,