Email Two

This is of a longer story - perhaps more of which might get revealed if there is a response. My excuse was only that I needed so much more study of International Dispute Settlement that night, and the girl I was "kind of" seeing (until she left town three days hence) was in the building beside. No excuse, in other words.

L.

How ARE you? I has been ages. The year has passed wondrously peaceful here in Halifax, partly as the Canadian city is a spectacular one of festive jazz and mayhem on the rolling ocean, as opposed to your dreary provincial "Halifax" of Great Britain.

Thinking of you and what you have been up to these fleeting days, especially over stories told with beer the other night, as I recounted the tale of your surprise knocking at my door on the eve of my first Oxford exam. Which is to say, I guess, that while I have the fewest of regrets of the hours and money spent overseas in 04-05, one of the most profound is certainly in not inviting you in that night. Recollection of that error haunts me still, especially as I love to consider myself a spontaneous creature, and was woefully lacking in that talent upon that surprise.

Perhaps there will be opportunity again down the road. My next trip to merry England is unknown at present, but could happen any moment. For I had no plans to visit Germany for the World Cup or Savannah on a whimsy, but found myself magically in both places ever so recently. So you never know.

I hope - wherever you are, whoever you're with, whatever you're doing - that you are well. It is a wonderful life, after all. Especially obvious on a Friday.