Just a note to say how lovely you’re looking today. You may not have noticed me, but I’ve been admiring you for some time. This wall had been blind for many years until I arrived. One of my ancestors had watched over a previous garden but had been put out for some reason: the scars remained which led to my being installed in the identical position, returning sight to this side of the house.
How you have grown since my first glimpse of you, some nine years ago. You were a featureless wasteland and, hopefully without causing too much offence, I confess that I regretted the lack of shutters to obscure the view. I am aware that you must have shared in this pain as your reflection would have remained even when the curtains were drawn inside.
How nice of you to take the time to write to me. It embarrasses me to admit it, but I have been very absorbed with myself this past month. It’s wonderful to get dressed up in summer clothes after a drear winter. I should mention that it gives me immense pleasure to see myself reflected so gloriously in your immaculate surface. How lucky I am that you should have been replaced in that blind stone wall just at the moment of my renaissance.
I am delighted to hear that your reflection gives you so much pleasure. As a window I am restricted to seeing that which is before me. Should there be another window in front of me, I would be able to see myself reflected therein. I always wonder what it would be like to see that which is reflected in me.