Dear Mister Man,

Today was a good day.
The kind that slips in quiet,
like a breeze through half-open windows,
like laughter I didn’t expect but needed.
Nothing too loud
just life, humming gently beneath my skin.

I walked with the sun on my face
and your voice in the back of my mind
not saying much,
just… being there.
You do that.
You are that.
A calm corner in a noisy world.

And while the sky didn’t do anything special,
and the world kept spinning the same,
somehow
I felt like I could breathe deeper.
I thought you should know.

Today was a good day.
And a part of that was you.

Yours softly,
~s