The moments are approaching. I'm listless as I sit here. Considering what will come to pass in the next few days.

Needless to say, two days hence I will be on my way to Georgia to see and be with Faith. My thoughts are reserved. My passions contained. I think perhaps, somewhere in the deepest reaches of my mind, I still suspect fantasy. I will, and can only, believe that this is not some opiate dream when I am, finally, in Albany, holding her in my arms, and we are preparing to make our way to St. Augustine, wherein it is possibly I will spend a part of my life.

That is the dream. And I fear it. Because I am afraid I shall awaken.