It Is Dark Now. The

Light Is Snow Sifted / To An Abstraction.

Women Are At Last Becoming Persons First And Wives Second, And That Is As It Should Be.

She Became For Me An Island Of Light, Fun, Wisdom Where I Could Run With My Discoveries And Torments And Hopes At Any Time Of Day And Find Welcome.

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

I Find That When I Have Any Appointment, Even An Afternoon One, It Changes The Whole Quality Of Time. I Feel Overcharged. There Is No Space For What Wells Up From The Subconscious; Those Dreams And Images Live In Deep Still Water And Simply Submerge When The Day Gets Scattered.