Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high
--George Gershwin, Summertime
I'm not sure if this will get to you. Intergalactic mail isn't known to be that reliable.
This is where I am. Nova City in the Satin Galaxy. You'd like it here. Especially the shopping.
Bit different to Cardiff though.
Yesterday I saw a building made of copper, made me think of summer days in the bay and how things used to be.
I just want you to know, I'm okay, Gwen. I hope you are too.
Look after yourself, Gwen, and let Rhys look after you.