I send you red, ultra-violet, white light
The smell of roses, hose water, and a burning fire
The sounds of Dad's old mix tape, the whirring of an open window in a moving car, frogs
I send a warm, used mitt, camping blankets, and splintered wood
I send wild rice, blackberries, pickles and milk
But mostly, I send you an ancient attic with a person-sized mirror, surrounded by sheet-covered memories and familiar dust.