The pond stands. It is not still, yet, it is mighty in it's power to keep us apart.
Today, I clean, make things orderly. I'll put away the scrabble board which remained on the table in constant use. The battles we waged! The laughter! The flight to the dictionary to disapprove of a Latin word which Webster ultimately allowed.
I slept soundly.
We don't know when we will be together again. It was a month of bliss, humor, ordinary life, shopping. Hugging..........
I feel renewed, yet, I look around me.........there is too much space.
