Dear Alan: 

I am in your hometown, the place where we met for the first and the last time, I drove a bike this morning downtown to get my driver’s license and I imagined you as a child wandering the same streets even though I didn’t dare to step a foot near your neighbourhood (I don’t know why). Everything has it’s own rhythm here and not much has changed since the last time we both been here together. I told my sister about the cards you gave me. I miss you. We also spoke about you being light. You are everywhere, literally.