Time at Rosings

My visit to Rosings has been divine, I cannot think of a greater happiness than to see my dearest friend Charlotte. Sadly, any hope of change in her queer husband Mr. Collins is impossible; he completely proves my original thought of him from Hertfordshire. I find peace in my intimate walks with the countryside; it is a way for me to be alone with my thoughts. I miss my dearest Jane and cannot help but wonder about her feelings, whether they are ones of felecity or sadness.