Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow: A sonata of words in four parts. Part IV: messages

My dear friend,
I know it has been a long time since I last wrote you, though I hope you will forgive me. Certain circumstances have prevented me from sending you letters, and besides, until now I could not find the right words to write, and without those this letter would have been pointless. The months have passed, and the seasons have changed, but I am sure that I will be away still a while longer. Do not think I have forgotten you, or that I do not think of you, for you are in my thoughts often. You wouldn't believe how beautiful it is here. The air is sweeter, as is the water, and every time I inhale, every time I drink, I feel as though I were in a special kind of paradise. Even the light, it seems, is somehow cleaner, purer. I am sure that both the days and the nights are longer, though it doesn't seem possible, but everything moves at such a relaxed pace that it doesn't strike one as the least bit surprising. I am certain that my work will keep me away longer even than I expected, though I am uncertain as to just how long that might be. This will be the last letter you will receive from me until we see each other again. You know, as always, how to find the messages laced into this letter. I trust you will know what to do.
Until we meet again,
Your dearest friend