It’ll be short; non-decipherable, very transparent, unless you’re just obtuse.
Two months and blessed is I, with His grace that Iowa City is left with beautiful memories. I miss everything about it. The lonely walks beneath the stars as I travel across the universe through thin air. Then the quiet time I had scribbling in my journal with the company of a caramel latte at Capanna. No eyes ogling, no noise intruding, and no nonsense to shorten a muse. Now what about that small bowl of pesto, which I favored at S Dubuque St? And who could resist what Panera Bread offers.
I miss you. If I could have a moment of silence believing that I’m standing at Pentacrest, overlooking the Iowa Memorial Union… I’d smile, feel the friendly breeze and send you my thank you.
