the note in the seed jar

i left the last of the velwater for you. it’s under the third stone where we used to sit before the rains moved south.

i don’t know if you’ll come back this way. i don’t know if the current still runs past your door. but if it does, and if you find this — i kept count. seven hundred and twelve days.

i’m not angry anymore. i just wanted you to know the garden held.