Kære Kasper,

The square has those new misting benches now... the ones the kommune put in for the heat days. You sit down and a fine cool fog comes up around your shoulders, like a shawl you didn't ask for. I cried a little on one yesterday, which I didn't expect.

It was nothing dramatic. A small linden leaf landed on my knee, still wet from the morning rain, and I thought how Preben used to pick those off my coat without saying anything. Just a small habit of his. The bench gave me my five minutes of mist and then politely went quiet, the way they do.

A young couple came and sat next to me. The boy showed the girl how to make it last longer by leaning back... they didn't know I knew that already. I let them think they'd discovered it.

Your mother says you've grown again. Please send a photo, even a blurry one. I keep the one from Christmas on the kitchen window so the light comes through your face in the mornings.

Hug yourself for me, since I can't reach.

Mormor

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