8:148) Hope O'Keeffe 09-MAR-98 10:24

We drink coffee on the glassed porch, cup after cup in the quiet of the dripping rain. No words; we are mesmerized by the river through the fog, the birds diving and skimming just above the grey water, the occasional gentle caress to the back of the neck. He is such a gift, this man; I bask in the sheer wonder.