I have things to say tonight, but can't put them into words...I stare at my reflection in the window, this aging face that feels as though it has seen a century of life...greying hair pulled back in a loose pony tail, thinning lips and deep set eyes. There are happinesses that cannot be explained and deep, deep sorrows that can never be shared. There is a World of "Otherness" that is mine only. I wish I could tell you what it looks like and why it makes me so happy, but it is a word-less world...experience is it's explanation and the "living" its scenery. It is watered in weeping and warmed by friendly kindnesses. In this world I have seen sunsets of forgiveness and bright mornings of hope...and the soft dew grass (which I often walk barefoot on) is a field of new beginnings, endless new beginnings...