While awake...

Catalina Island

While awake...

I miss nature ...

'You have no idea how many hours each day I think about you.'
'I think I like you more than you like me.'
And a few tears struggle in the throat but not so much that the voice is disturbed.

While almost awake...

I think about all those dreams I have that I will never tell anyone. Not because they would put me to shame, but because I would lose myself and my innermost thoughts. Many of them are now only notions, and one day when it rains a lot they will finally fade away and no one will ever be able to reach them again... and that is the beauty of melancholy.

You say you now work for a magazine, and so you can't go with the rest of us to the party. We all sit and chat in a spot overlooking a valley filled with festival celebration. I leave with the memory of a deep, warm hug. What a nice surprise!