A Future Letter to Winter
Dear future self,
Do you still doubt? Do you wonder where to go or what to say? Youāre still changing, just as I am slowly becoming you. I wonder how different we will be. Will my wishes for you follow, fulfill?Ā
Iāve heard the small piece of wisdom that all people are obsessed with the future, and that we never really live in the moment. If thatās true, my hopes are pinned on you, always. I know youāll think of me when Iām only a memory, though youāll know me better than I could ever know you. Perhaps youāll think of me with joy, or with a slew of lessons learned, or regret. Perhaps youāll wish for me in my simplicity or storminess; perhaps youāll curse me and call me a fool.Ā
Itās odd how we can look to one another, but never truly be in contact, in communion. We are forever becoming, but never together. Somehow I can still write to you with hope and wonder. I hope youāll think well of me. Ā
With every wish, The young, the unsure, the idealist, the escapist, Your present self
















