Dear R, We are all carrying stories. Happy stories or sad ones. Rarely the happy stories transform in a song but still. Sunny stories or rainy ones. Stories about ourselves or people we love. Stories about the present people or the ones who are already beautiful stories. Love stories, magic stories, endless stories.

The scars

Dear R, Yesterday I was at the boulder gym after a long break. Too long I could say. I spend some hours there trying different routes. Failing or succeeding. But for sure learning. At the end of the session, my hands were covered by corns and bruises telling stories.