Dear Little Brother,
It is a beautiful clear day, and although it is cold, remember you are on the mountain top today. Take a good look around, you will never have quite this view again, because frankly it is all down hill from here.
This time next year you will be squinting to see the headlights of the cars on the plane below, in a few years you will be asking to sheep to repat their bleeps, because they will start to mumble more and more. Your Mariconera will become a full sized bag because you will become familar with ever public restroom in town and will learn the benefits of carrying your own paper and lysol. The purple car will have to traded in for a four wheel drive because of techtonic movements make the trail to the summit even more steep than it is now.
But don't worry about that today, this is your day, in the sun, on the mountain top. It is a beautiful day, the wind brings a constant supply of fresh air. Fresh and clean. Just a hink, a memory of Sage.
Breath deep.
I am including a clip from toward the ending of My Girl 2, where Vada's mother sings to her in an old home movie, across time, distance and probability. It is in the same spirit I wish you well, and send you a hug.
Love you, Truman
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYvA3lKNH1w[/youtube]
