On my bike commute, there’s a brief moment—just two or three seconds—when I see Mount Fuji between the buildings. It had always been there, but until I noticed it, it didn’t exist for me. Now, I know it’s always in that direction.In moments like these, distance and time feel so small.I think letter exchanges are the same. Through letters, I’d love to feel that somewhere far away, you’re also bathed in the morning sun.I’m not the most frequent writer, so it might be once every few months. But if this resonates with you, I’d love to hear from you.From your friend in the East.