November 3, 2015
I dreamt of snow in California. That was a nice dream, Mama was there, and you...you were there. You were holding my hand. You looked handsome and content, almost smug. You were leading me somewhere and I remember feeling cloudy in the dream. The good kind of cloudy--brimming with rain on a hot day but couldn't quite burst yet. A happy, cloudy feeling. You were singing Fleetwood Mac's I Don't Want to Know. And then there was snow on the ground and we were in Orange County on the way to Ma's house. And there was ice cream.