Rich

Yesterday was a rich day, full of experience, thought, talk and people. I was sated by it. Over-sated in fact. And now I must make sense of it, order it, and form it into a cohesive whole. What to say? I liked her. I liked her very much. I felt her vulnerability, her need. I want to be kind but also to be informative. How sympathetic I am to Faure’s plight. I too am the same. There is much to say but I must be succinct. I talked and talked and then we talked and talked on the drive home. I fumbled with words, hearing the sound of me, stumbling to make sense of the jumble in my head. They are just sproutings – some good, some bad, some indifferent. Can I make it work? Can I make something good?