Word of the Day
Epistolary (adj., ee-PIS-toe-LAIR-ee)
My dearest Vidalia,
The coldness of winter is nothing compared to the lack of your presence. Nature reflects my gloom. Skies are eternally gray. Birds have stopped singing your song. The air is either moist to the touch, daring to be grasped, or like a thousand small knives across the face. We must be reunited soon. Otherwise, I shall have to keep writing letters to you—a necessary task but one that pales to seeing the sunshine of your countenance face to face.
Your dearest,
Jeremiah McCoffers