April 21, 2004
I'm on vacation. It's warm here. Far different from "home". The pollen hangs here, a yellow dust over everything. Thank God for the miracle of anti-histamines. We're out here to, in theory, try to reconnect- no distractions, just spending time, but it doesn't seem to be working. All I can think of is you, and I wonder how amazing it would be to be here with you. I do like it here. I wonder if you would fall in love with it too. I've got it bad for you, and I like it. And that is good.