Valentine’s Day is past, but we’re still in the same month. So it’s not to late for a love song, melody based on an old Country-Western song.
DREAMS
Melody “When I Dream” by Sandy Mason.
Sung by Crystal Gayle, Willy Nelson and others
Once I dreamt of someone, whose face I could not see,
Hoping that a girl somewhere was waiting there for me.
For I was oh so young then, and yes so very green,
To think that I could meet someone whose face I’d never seen.
But when I dreamed it was of you,
Hoping someday that dream would come true.
When we met that summer, at first there were no sparks,
The kisses that we first exchanged, seemed no more than a lark.
But friendship grew, so that—by summers end,
It seemed we could be turning into, something more than friends.
Now when I dreamed I saw your face,
All my dreams had found their place.
But gifts that youth bestows upon us, age can take away,
The bright, blue skies of springtime, became December grey.
I loved you in the spring and summer and on into the fall,
That will never change, even as snow begins to fall.
Yet—when I dream it’s still of you,
You made my dreams, our whole life come true.
Yes when I dream it’s still of you,
You made my dreams, our whole life come true.
The Long and The Short of It 
Hello, Yi,
I love receiving your writing, and . . . just hearing from you. Taking your class in Hawaii was one of the best times in my life. I miss the class interaction, and reading everyone’s writing–also getting their opinion of mine. I just moved to Santa Rosa, California in August to be near my son’s family. Two grandchildren! My son has a vineyard–north Santa Rosa. For school, the family has a house in San Anselmo. Olivia is 10 and Milo is 8.
Being in California is interesting–I was born in Oakland in February, 1947. Apparently, the Sierra/Nevada part of California is having a winter like Montana had in 1946-1947. They have 58′ of snow; way back then (76 years ago,) our part of south central Montana had 30 plus feet. As a result zero travel was possible. Finally, in December, a road grader got through to the ranch and Dad hauled my very pregnant mother into Sheridan, WY and put her on a train to Oakland to live with his sister until I arrived. I was on the ranch when I was 10 days old. To some Montanans, I am, therefore, not a Montana
native! As the days go by and we keep getting 7 inches of rain night after night, I so wish my Dad could see this.
I hope all is well with you; you’re one of my very favorite people in this world.
All my very best,
Sharon
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