I wish when evening comes thatI could recall every thought that has flashed through my brain druing the course of the day. It seems that my most worthwhile thoughts and ideas come at a moment when I can't give them the room or time to develop and they disappear as fast as they came.
There are literally dozens of topics about which I would like to converse with John but he is like a turtle in a shell which I cannot break through. Perhaps I can liken him to an ice covered pond that I may be be able to thaw someday.
But I love him just the same.