Hot cocoa and dancing trees

Dear Heart,
Today was jam on toast and Shakespeare plays and walks by the river again. I rather liked it. I found this strange trembling tree with purple material clinging to the tips of it's fingers. It struck me as terribly sad, like a love letter that was never sent... I think I've been without people for too long. I always get over-sentimental when that happens.
Love, Lydia x
P.S. I finished Translations, it broke my heart.