dear rafe.  it's strange to be so far from you in body, and so close to you in spirit. but if our spirits really give our bodies life, then you should know this: every night i look at the sunset, and try to draw the last ounce of heat from its long day.
and send it from my heart to yours.
dearest rafe --
every sunset.
gather it's heat into my heart, and send it to you.