Througn a glass darkly

It's so foggy outside I can barely see the Gulf of Mexico just outside my window. I'm nearing the end of a month in Florida. It's been glorious. Some days of sunhine; some cold like today. Lots of walks on the beach. Plenty of time to write, though I haven't done much. I should be working on the memoir right now but I don't want to. If I'm not interested in writing it, who will want to read it? Steve and I have had a good time exploring our life together. Stepping lightly, trying not to irritate each other and actually growing in respect for each other. I'm seeing a vague image of the future. Perhaps I do need to be more open minded.