Dear Family and Friends, Dear Universe, Dear Self-

I'm not really sure if I'm breathing anymore. Except that I am, as I have a cold and am therefore painfully aware of every belabored breath. What I mean though is, air and I have lost touch. Over the last week and a half, even over the last two months, I have been so preoccupied with the changes happening in my life that I've forgotten how to breathe. I'm either suffocating or hyperventilating, but never just inhaling and exhaling. (I mean this metaphorically, of course.) To those of you, like air, that I have neglected in my preoccupation, I'm sorry.

There is so much to tell you of my travels and general goings ons, indeed I'd planned to tell you now, but I am ill and tired, so it will have to wait for another time. Suffice it to say that I am safe and whole and coping, and that I love and miss you very much.

With warm thoughts and heavy eyelids,
MacKenzie

PS: Listening to this song while writing to you, I realized that it captures quite aptly my attitude and emotional state. In the verse and chorus, Miriam Stockley sings about a perfect day, but the bridge suddenly becomes dark and sombre. Read what you will into this.