My mind is reaching the line of stupor. A very fine line traced by a

diamond pen. In a swirling way…reality on the one hand…fantasy on

the other. Am in a canoe. A fragile one. Down on this river called Life.

There are rocks…strong water currents…trees at the sides…abundant

grass at the river banks…my maneuvering sometimes is difficult…

my strength sometimes fails…but keep on rowing…the point is to get to

the end of the river. Move to the side and rest. And think about you

sweet love. Love coming to this river to prove myself…but age it’s

taking its toll in my tissues and bones. But it’s all right. It’s 8:00 PM

now. I want to walk back to my cabin. Have time to think about this

and tomorrow. Take a shower and go to bed. After writing to a couple

of dear friends. And then listen to the cricket the owl and the coyote.

And fall asleep.

Good night.

EO

EO