Paper to Pen.

Pen to Paper . . . Thoughts to Memories: Lake Nicaragua, June 2007

Wind through my hair, the breeze on my face. A sweet interruption to the lakes warm embrace. . . The words in my soul aching to be told, this small priceless book, all the moments it holds.

Yet, true wealth dwells deeper - well beyond the pages - to the ink as its placed, to the thoughts, to the faces.

Some memories are written, some must only be felt - as if words cannot do justice to what the heart has held. Friends beyond miles, smiles beyond words . . .

Language becomes but a tangible obstacle seen as a laughable hurtle. May these words carry on and my memories ring true . . . years from now - when i'm still writing you.