Hopefully, once I type this, I can go to sleep.
For days, I have thought about a particular moment. I behaved fine, though a bit brashly. It was a few years ago. We were visiting Antelope Island, and it was both cold and dry. It was an enormous excercise to go across a seemingly sea of sage brush.
Ok, I have repeatedly fallen.asleep, and cannot remember what I had said, but reluctantly, Nick helped me to the water's edge, and let me touch it and then helped me back to the car. It was the sweetest thing in my life. I felt something like maybe that was like my life and though he was reluctant, he would help me do the things I deemed important.
It was like there was an invisible presence, comforting me and helping,me stand and reminding me that without Nick, I would not have had the strength to complete my quest.
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