Thoughts from the past and present: A letter to a friend

Sometimes I wonder if the sentimental part of me is perennial, because it always seems to come back to life around the time the flowers start blooming. This year, the rush of warm winds and the tiny yellow flowers dotting the lawn have been reminding me of a project I had with a friend. That whimsical little project is what I remember from spring 2020 more than anything. The break from the mundane still sticks with me today, and every year I find my thoughts drawn to it. The pandemic doesn't feel like long ago at all, but this year, it's hitting its fifth anniversary. Isn't that strange? By April 2020, the