Here I go again. This is the true sequel to "Message in a Bottle", if there ever was one. This one came upon me January 22nd, 1999 at about two in the morning. I was feeling that comfortable closeness that I describe. In my most logical moments I call it my imagination. In other, more emotional moments, I think differently. I won't speculate on that here. I do know that I couldn't sleep, and suddenly the poetry started forming in my head. The urge to write hit me so hard it hurt, which was exactly the way "Message in a Bottle" got written. I got up and wrote until four in the morning. You may be wondering at what I meant when I said I know where the most beautiful place in the world is. I do, and I'm never going to say where it is, although I may someday put a description of it on my page, without telling how to find it. I'm sorry if that sounds selfish. Find your own most beautiful place in the world. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.
-J.R.