I sat by the lake yesterday, curled up under my favorite tree. The water is my favorite place, where I can talk to you, and listen for the sound of your voice. The breeze blows over me, and I ask it to carry my words to you. There is a sense of peace when I come away, almost as if I sat by your side under that tree. I think I will go back this morning and watch the sunrise. There is too much chaos here tonight, and no strength in me to handle it. So I’ll see you in a couple of hours, under the tree by the bridge. Close your eyes and you will be there, with me.