Dream

I dreamed about HT last night. The dream was very pleasant, devoid of sexual or romantic content. She showed up and spent a few nights with me, with the tacit approval and understanding of SCS. We talked a great deal. I was mature, cool, unemotional, and philosophical. She was patient and understanding. We both realized much water had gone over the dam, and we both wanted emotional closure before we die. 

The last time I dreamed about her, it was probably 20 years ago. That dream, like so many others before, was a recurrent one: I was looking for her house and I was lost. 

The heart, at least mine, is a lonely hunter. 

(To be continued)