Again I dreamt of you, so soon after the last one. I came to a big white house and I was with your son. At least, of course, he was your son in the dream. He was very sweet and brought me into the house. It was full of light and white. You were in the garden working, but you had your suit on. How strange that was. I came so close to you that I could have touched your face. You looked so quiet and thoughtful. You did not see me. I want to get you out of my mind but then I know that if you were not in this world, I would be lost. Someday perhaps I will know what this all means. For now I only know that I love you.