Wednesday's words, wrought with Wonder

A letter arrived for me yesterday, one that had been lost and wandering the desert of the real for 40 years (just like the Israelites in the wildernesses out of Egypt and through Moab), a letter I had written to a young friend I had locked arms with at a Berkeley barricade, but one that, unbeknownst to me, I was writing to myself in the future after all. Well, that future arrived, and boy was it a gift. [ in progress... ]