Hi Papa

I usually celebrate in isolated silence.

I bet you would have enjoyed getting lost on the road with me and you would have delighted at my determination/stubborn will to roam the streets in a strange new place with only my bicycle as my constant companion. I ate at a buffet for lunch and had tea afterwards and I imagined you were there to keep me company.

I can’t help but wonder how our conversations would be like if you were still around. I have a feeling it’s you that I look for in the spaces between sleep and reality, adventures and learning, longing and faith–always in faith and love.

Happy 68th. 🙂

Love always,

Pikot