A letter to my sister

Good Morning, my dearest sister.
I am reading your message and taking your thoughts into my mind. Understanding every word like they would be my own.
You and I We, are the most important persons on the world today.
I do really enjoy the life of my children’s and grandchildren´s, and the fantastic journey they will have in front of themselves.
Although it seems like we, you and I, don´t exist in their lives anymore.
Both, we are living in a grey zone, where we have to create the small dots of brightening stars to enlighten our daily lives.
My thoughts are going back to those days, especially in the darkness of November when we all were together around a big table. Family, sisters and brothers, children and grandchildren, for a dinner of the traditional goose dinner on Mårten´s eve. Sometimes only a duck or a turkey, depending on the fat dish, which wasn´t that easy for digestion.
On the dish also red cabbage prepared in sugar and vinegar, and fresh vegetables newly ripe for the autumn season. A tasty sauce from the broth of the birds. Feast with an apple cake and sauce vanilla for dessert.
Always homemade and so well cooked and tasty.
Of course, that was that time!
Today we are sitting here in our loneliness, in the prison, the quarantine, and silence that The Covid 19 created for us.
We are preparing  our small dishes, but chewing with absolutely no taste or smell.
The wine is sour, and the table is badly set for a proper meal.  The candles are blown out.
It’s a strange conversation with only our thoughts and memories.
Our eyes are crying with dry tears, and a small drop of anything couldn’t hold its softness or waking up our lives.
The nights are Nightmares and the darkness sending us figures of extreme nature, frightening, and not belonging to reality.
We are fighting every day, we are so full of life, so full of light from our inside, so much of power and strength, to make our days a goal, just for being and surviving.
Now we slowly wither like the falling leaves from the November air and the black and empty branches outside my window.
Sending you all my power and love, to also brightening up your day, and the darkness of November
14th of November.
Copyright k.c