I had the most incredible dream about you last night. There are several recurring places in my subconscious. One of my favorites is a hotel, about 20 stories high, fancy. On the second or third top most floor, there is a huge deck. It extends for the length of a football field. There are huge oak and cypress trees covered with moss. Wrought iron benches. No flowers. It is always twilight. Walking down the steps from the porch you can see a huge pool. Sometimes peacocks are roaming around the grounds, sometimes not. It reminds me of Louisiana.

Last night I was showing you around the various places in my brain. I took you up the elevator to patio. We walked down the steps to find waves of water touching the tips of our shoes. The tide had come in and all we could see was water. I think the sun was rising.