Ancient Utterings by Persons Long Dead to Other Deceased Individuals, Part 1c

(Recorded in the same journal, on the same day; see previous entry).

After receiving this.

I'm here on this cold, golden day, and the sun is shining through a crack in the curtains on this afternoon here in her house.  We sit here in the silence, enjoying it, because within it is carried all the unspoken words of our minds and the mutual feelings and emotions of our hearts.  The very air is saturated with our quiet happiness, pregnant with contentment.  This is where I find myself, this singular, eternal moment.  The paradox of that phrase aside, the description is apt.  I feel incredibly blessed by God to be with this wonderful, wonderful girl, and cannot be thankful enough.

I am happy.