Blessed breadcrumbs

Dearest brother, How are you? The sky is blue and the air is crispy cold where I am. It is very different from what I was used to growing up, and is nice to have. I see Father's artwork in the way my cat sleeps in the sunbath and in how the leaves in my backyard reflect the sunlight. Soaking in this glory, I hope you are somewhere safe and peaceful despite the ongoing conflict. If peace is not out…