I awoke at 3:30 after having drifted off to sleep about 10pm last night, here at the Superior Shores Resort on the coastline of Lake Superior in Two Harbors, Minnesota. Outside, the rain is falling in sporadic sheets and the raging sound of powerful winds is mingling with the not-too-distant crash of waves to create a sussurus roar that puts me in the mind of the vast wilderness that once wrapped this portion of the world. I've propped the window open, just a bit, to better listen to the rushing sounds while I write.

This is what I needed; this is, I'm happy to say, what I've got.

Yours,
Sylvan