Good night sweet angel. My head is hanging form weariness, but my dreams will be of bliss. I hope to dream of running on the mountains of my home with you again. The salt wind being replaced by the smell of pine as we watch the sun set from Humbug. I wish you could see how beautiful my home is sometime. It doesn't seem possible that the world can be so calm and perfect. The soft prickle of the pine duff when you sit to rest. The cool ocean breeze passing under the canopy in the morning. The way the fog can get so thick that it seems the world ends five feet in front of you. I hope you dream of your haven, and sleep with peace in your heart.