Change Happens and changing back isn't wrong but dynamic

   Wife and I up at three talking about fifty-two years worth, reheating coffee and love.  I decided to write a letter to my sister in cursive and with a fountain pen - we don't do that anymore, do we?  What a challenge! Like brush painting your messages across the cyberspaces of modern communications since the abacus is still used, are the brushes and ink stones? The first attempt becomes a draft, as I discover how many muscles are engaged and how quickly I tire from the page I finally finish.

I once had a good hand. see envelope from 1969.