Dear Seth,

Yeah I know that I just wrote you on your site. And one thing that amazes me is that I don't know how in the hell I have so much in me and it be able to put it down here and there. I guess this is where I can be a little bit more open and personal.

I'm sorry that my letters are getting shorter and shorter there. It's honestly because there is nothing that's way exciting that goes on here. Same thing day in and day out. And it's not like I don't have a life. I do ( I think). There is just no inspiration. Nothing to honestly get the juices going. It doesn't mean that I love you any less and that I'm losing hope. I'll always have that.

So I guess you could say that I'm a pretty good observer of people and things. Well tonight, though small and unimportant to most, I'm looking at the bugs that are dancing around the street lights. To me they are reminders of fireflies that I had seen while I lived in Oklahoma.

Around dusk if you'd walk to the forested area outlying Henryetta (small, small town by the way) you could see hundreds of them just flitting here and there. If I close my eyes I can see them now. One of the happiest moments there.

But somehow that brings me back to when I was in Charleston. I could walk to the bay around dusk and see throngs of people just milling about or hanging over the railings looking at the dolphins that would come around. You could smell the tang of the sea. Or hear the children laughing as they played in the fountain at the beginning of the pier. As I remember all those beautiful moments of time I'm smiling. I'm happy.

Well I may or may not post another letter here tonight so I'll just tell you good night now. I hope that you  have sweet dreams Seth. And as I always say and said before keep on smiling for me.

p.s. I love you