Dear Hannah,
Your August is in winter, mine is part of summer. I can’t believe it’s already mid-August. Didn’t we start this exchange in April? The pandemic has done something strange to my sense of time. I’m afraid that summer will be over soon now and it makes me feel rushed. I haven’t felt this way for so long.
There, unlike here, weeks and weekends seemed not really separate and the overall experience of time was different, slower perhaps.
I’d like to keep this request simple:
Could you take your time for me?