just sTone

Suprised but actually I don't have to be,

Always, V sent me letters or cards after graduated from junior high.
There was a time I had slip out from the old address book,
V's messages, however; hasn't stopped even then.

We were so close when we were so young,
The little capricious girl now is growing up,
But, turning to be more like a younger sister of mine, not an ex.

The scenery on the postcard seems serene.
Between the hills and lake, an ancient castle isolates, but,
Be held with a three-arch bridge to somewhere, maybe a smal town,
Or another remote village.

Just like V's travel, no group, no guide, she is completely alone, 
and she herself is the only bridge leading the next steps.

Ireland has music everywhere, so has Edinburgh.
Cool breeze confused the season, helping the summer hides its bad temper.
Which is her subsequent stop? London or Manchaster?

Peraps, the fresh air transported by the AIR MAIL infected me a bit.