A wounderful sun. A little late in getting up. The sun was out
full--a wounderful breakfast and a wounderful bowl of roses.
Every morning gets greater. The coming together again gets closer.
Separation is a great thing! You find that when it comes. It will
be so big and wounderful to come together on the shores of the sea.
The trains on the Pere Marquette line have a draw to my heart; the
whistle is so wounderful.... To have a bath in the salt water and
not in old Lake Erie.... It was another wounderful night with
Fred. He has done so much for me this time that we have been away
from each other.
He is so wounderful if you can get to him. I think I have got right
to him to the heart. I am awful lonesome for you and the sea.
I walked to the train track with Fred this morning. It was like the
day you were going away. I felt it was nearing the last walk up the
old Lane. Fred has the same feel. It swept over us--a free feel; it
was almost too much.
How is your Sisity-list coming? Mine is great. It is hard to get
along without you here. Old Abe was drafted, and we don't know when
we will see him. The sea and sunlight sweeping in the open door of
your work room! We will sure have some grand times. We will get
horses and have some more of them Moonlight rides. It will be great
to hit the old _Tie path_ Itself--with the[7] Welcome Mulligan
and the[8] Onerbel Chas. Lipton under our arms. The smell of the
burning bark and a caben in the Rockies! Oh, the open road. Life is
Life on the old Road.
That canyon must be a wounder, and the sea and the misty mountains
and the brown hills. You have it all. Oh man, that is the country
for everything.