Here is the poem I was going to write earlier, but didn’t because I heard you stirring. I was thinking again about that first morning in Zurich. How we woke up before sunrise. Disoriented for a minute. But going out onto the balcony that looked down over the river, and the old part of the city. And simply standing there, speechless. Nude. Watching the sky lighten. So thrilled and happy. As if we’d been put there just at that moment. Raymond Carver