  I have little to say at this early hour. What I can let you know is that the words are coming back to me. Driving home from Julian along the dirt road breathing in the beauty and generally pondering my navel, I realised I was writing in my mind again. But rather than capture it with clenched fists and try to get it down in ASCII as soon as possible before it all slipped away, I encouraged it to go. I cant keep clawing to hold onto these things. Any of it, high or low. Part of my despair stems from not being able to sit back and watch. Sure, Im withdrawing, but Im not unattached. Thanks, Kristen, for reminding me. 
