Dear Francesca,

My mind is jumping, leapfrogging from one idea to the other. I want to write so many things: this letter to you, revise an essay, do some creative writing practice. I want to do them all and can't get to them fast enough.

I want to tell you about
  getting dinner after work
    sitting in the blue and white booth
    seeing the reflection of the little girl
    in front of me in the window while rush
    hour traffic whirred by outside

  going to Tai Chi class for the first time
    my body learning new movements, an ancient dance
    while my mind stopped focussing on itself for a change

  and this need to create
    for words to arise on a blank page
    for words to furl and spin a story, my story
    with all its helix of flaws and beauty entertwined

Yours,
Hannah Iona