Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations

I may not reach them

But I can look up and see their beauty


That is lovely Joe

Is it one of yours

No not at all

Louisa May Alcott

I have read her books

She was very talented


I do miss the sunshine you know

She has been hiding her warmth

For a number of grey weeks

And although she frequently appears

Which is a feast for the eyes

The sun does not comfort

As you know she can


I have just received a photograph

Sent from Tromsø

Your Norwegian friend

Yes

The city is incredibly beautiful

Even though the sun does not rise

During these bitter winter months