This is the sixty-sixth of 87 letters exchanged during World War II between Nicholas Salvatore and Elizabeth Galloway. For more see Nicholas and Elizabeth.
February 24, 1945
Wheels set in motion
Well, she’s done it. As I write this my mother is on her way to New York for the first time since we left all those years ago. Keep your fingers crossed. The complete change between them has given me hope. Not just for their future but for everything.
Everyone seems to have their own reality. Maybe they all feel special. Their bell rings only for them. I don’t think so. Some people are outside, looking in, trying to understand themselves. What makes them so different? We’ll never really know. But… They are lucky. Because they get to see the most beauty. A beauty that lives in the notes of a song and the brushstrokes of art on the walls, the sun through the trees and the way they feel when they walk alone. Maybe things will never be close to perfect, but there will be experiences. Experiences that will fill the emptiness. They will give meaning to the awkwardness and joy to the longing heart.
It’s one in the morning. Today – yesterday was a lovely day. The feeling in the air was magical. The air was so thick with dirt that the mountains just disappeared.
Next letter – March 3, 1945