A Letter From Self

Good morning, my valued enemy.I would not know what to do without you. However, and in the meantime, I figured I would send you this notejust to keep the peace . . ..The winds are changing today and the rain might fall, which I assume will throw off the scent of our dogs.This means you and I will have to hunt each other on sight.But for now, the front lines are just the front lines. Morning is morning. But there is quiet at the forefront, which is odd for a battleground. Just so you know, I am thinking about us or you or the way life goes. I am thinking about the way hopes and dreams can often separate from the path we choose. Plans are plans and yet, somehow, we find ourselves elsewhere.We lost our way, somehow, and here we are, almost lost, but not really. We are almost gone and drifting too far off course to return.At the same time, this is not lost.We know where we are and we know the roads that return home. But even the common and the beaten paths seem foreign to me and less…