The feeling sometimes arrives like a hologram waiting to be kissed to become real. In the midst of it all, you want the word, Houston and the next thought brought into focus the reason for living and she rang.

The day after the elation brings a feeling of need. Her head in my lap is what brings lights out but now it begs to lavish in the quiet, the stillness and that everlasting (hope) feeling of gratitude to live this and the feelings it generates. I can feel her smile doing kitchen as she does and although unsaid, the toast is embedded as the morning turns into noon.

The late afternoon sun is almost hot even though dawn was balls-of-a- snowman chilly. Just right for beans and franks Saturday. Good graces take the place of JBF.