Dear June; an open letter ‘of a sort’

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Dear June,

This may be reaching you a little later than expected but it surely is better late than never. I remember peeping through January’s wintery window and wondering when I might find your respite. February always lagged sluggishly like a millipede, moving tortuously along its on path, yet glued closely to March’s stack of ambitions.

March, as I remember, was always layered, as though a pile of books; one on top of the other, yet each component laid adjacent to the next at an oblique angle, almost ready to topple over unto April’s nicely designed blueprint. As it turns out, the blueprint was only a superimposition of January’s reflection and May’s key to you!

Dearest June! I truly hope this finds you well! My senses have never been more heightened as I awaken to your endless dreams. I told January there was something special about you! Something delectably stunning about your calm, collected mood… something…

June! You are my favorite.

Sincerely,

Kukua!

I would love to know what you think about this open letter. What is the first thing that comes to mind when you read it? 🙂