Hey Jean

Hey Jean,

What is going on inside your head? We really could never guess.
It would be wonderful to hear you speak. To hear you put those twinkle eyed thoughts into words. To see your sense of humour and stubborness and persistance being expressed in language we can understand.

But, in many ways, perhaps that was unnecessary. It all came out anyway. You’re a life force and your body, and gestures, and face, express all of that so beautifully.

I haven’t seen you for a while. I hope you’re OK. I will visit. Maybe not many more opportunities left. That’s what happens when contact is lost. I’m sorry about that.

For now, keep twinkling. Keep dancing.

It’s nice to have a song to bring you to mind.