. . . is a wonderful evening! It such a delicious evening. Humid and warm (at least for November) but with a slight refreshing breeze. It’s almost like I feel God smiling when I feel the wind on face. . . I wish I could explain this feeling. It is too sweet. Too wonderful to put into words. It’s times like these I was more of a poet. That breeze reminds of something but I can’t remember. It’s on the tip of my memory but it elludes me. Whatever it is, it must be a memory to good to remember, too wonderul, too pure, that the recollection of it would never been good enough.