Dear Editor, This will be short, as I have grown so out of the habit of writing that I know I can't do Michael Ventura justice with words. He so beautifully describes and makes poetic the world in which I live. I am a 60-year-old female baby boomer who has not been able to make sense of anything in years. Thank you Michael, for making me feel again and for giving me hope, even as you describe my existence in terms that are so accurate they scare me. Thank you for who you are and how you interact with me and others when you share your vision of things. You wrote in your last column about what a wonder is was to be enthralled again [“Letters @ 3am,” March 31]. Yes, and thank you.