Re: postcard: castor & pollux.
[The card comes back with something sweet.]
Castor,
I once thought that finding the perfect job would fix all of my problems. I thought that leaving my current job would make my life perfect, but I'm learning that it all might be more complicated than that. Do you think there's a key to happiness? Is there something you can slide into a lock and make everything click into place with the turn of a wrist?
I always run toward trouble. I have a confession, Castor: I like trouble more than I like quiet days that end with a book and being scantily clad. I have another confession: I know the world is filled with strange and beautiful things that no one believes are true. Do you have things you can't imagine to be true, Castor?
Dad was a swan? I think I read somewhere that male swans are real jerks.
I'm enjoying the long and sticky days of summer. Are you happy, Castor?