Julia.

Fog. Today was fog.It came in on little cat feet. It crawled into my mind, like you.You crawled in on June 15th 1962 when I saw you dancing on the deck. You've been there ever since. Along with all the other stuff that is in there. With the fishing, and the sunsets, and the family, and the politics, friends, grandsons, and the pain, and the pleasure, and the fun. But everything else is just transitory. I don't care if they are there or not, they can come or go. It is of little interest. As long as you stay. Inside my head, by my side, with me. I love you.