It was one of those nights when I think of you all night long. Of course never a day or night goes by when you are absent from my thoughts, but last night was one of “those” nights. If I closed my eyes, I could feel the touch of your closeness. Then I was there again, as if transported, in a familiar room , as I have been so many times in the past. Many days have come and gone since I have found myself in this room. Last night I was there once more. Perhaps you felt a soft touch as I passed through the room. Morning ramblings written as the sun rises, my thoughts and dreams or perhaps the journey of two people bound by threads of the past.