Wet toes and aching limbs

Dear Heart,
I'm terribly damp. This is Johannes, from the play. I sat in rehearsal for hours doing nothing at all, and now it's nearly midnight and I can feel the whole day slipping away into "past". Isn't it scary, knowing you'll never have those hours again? That when you take a picture of something in your mind, it can fade away into rags and tatters and there's nothing you can do about it. Because it's the human condition. It's horrible.
I'm sorry this is so sad. I'll feel better in the morning.
Love, Lydia x