I like to be butt naked. With socks. The fuzzy ones for cold nights. I have found my sleeps most rewarding. And I feel the wind. Or the wind feels me. It’s smooth like your kisses and tongue. It’s careful yet rough. I mean. Sleep has gotten better. I’ve written of your discoveries. Of your islands and climate. My it knows my body too well. Sleep has gotten better. I wasn’t used to nights without you. I wasn’t used to being without you. But the wind has revived me.