I wish that I could give you words as lovely as the day you stood on that rickety dock at Bonnet Pond, looking through your little binoculars, seeing things I can only imagine. You may have seen a heron or a hawk. You may have seen a turtle or a frog. My eyes saw only you, and words could never capture that kind of seeing, that kind of knowing, that vastness, that depth, that fleeting moment of forever. The inner certainty of a love so rare, it can only be held in silent wonder, as it was held on that sunlit day, I hold it now, in memory of you, this gem inside my heart.

their cabin radiates off of Apollo's and is close to the other muses