Letters From Matt
are letters from my brother, Matt, from various of his domestic and
international travels. The letters span decades, and I share them on Living
Rootless at intervals, in no particular order.
15 July 1998
Wassenaar,
Netherlands
Dear Family,
At the moment, I’m back in Wassenar. This place is
fantastically pleasant. It’s so quiet, cool, and green here. Bicycles glide
effortlessly along smooth bike paths, crossing arched bridges across still,
black canal waters speckled green with duckweed.
The trails take you forever through ancient woods to hidden
meadows and secluded ponds with cattails on one end, two boys fishing on the
other end. Onward through the woods, an elderly couple stroll arm in arm,
slowly, quietly.
I come upon a velvety green meadow. No one but me. The sun
comes out. The air is cool yet the sun feels warm on my skin. Burying my face
in the grass the smell of warm wet grass brings a flood of childhood imagery in
the backyard of Bradley Road
or the lawns of our house in Middle Bass or Sudden Valley. Brother #1 says he wishes you could see it. I think it’s great medicine.
I think I’m Christopher Robin.
Love,
Matt
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