When all around is the chop and spray of an ocean in transition or the lift and push of an atmosphere in redistribution, it is quite simple to write about, though not accurately.  I arrived home to Seattle yesterday and have felt the opposite altogether of tumult since touching down.  Life feels as even as a mirror calm bath of mercury, balanced, steady; an endless horizon.  To capture this state of mind and to never waiver from it would be like having a mastery of all things at all times.  I feel invincible, and why?

An injection of Stacey’s spirit has taken my brain hostage, perhaps.  Or maybe serenity has descended as a result of the perfect sleep combined with the perfect caloric cocktail of brain soothing fats, muscle bulking proteins and razor sharpening carbohydrates.  I have felt this way before, and it passes, but I wish I could sustain it.  I missed Stacey today.

I wonder if she is keeping her water bottle full, and the sink clear of dishes.  Has she found a better tasting alternative to the protein powder she purchased in error?  Have her legs stopped cramping up?  Was her sleep restful?  Did she have any visitors today?  I know her mother called from Knoxville, but how many times, and what advice does she have for us?  God must love me to have given me the gift of you as my friend pretty lady.  It was a blessing to be with you.