Mercy, I write that, and it seems like the most ridiculously understated observation I could make.

I dreamed last night that you were flying around the quidditch pitch. Just doing laps like you used to do over the orchard at home. I always thought that you found it calming, somehow.

The dream made me hopeful, that you'll keep your equilibrium, despite everything. I hope you have something that can give you the same kind of peace now.