I woke up the morning of December 11th from a wonderful dream. I think of it as the last time I saw Charles. He was healthy and well, and we were floating on a lake together, in a rowboat. He was lying against the back of the boat, and I was lying with my back against his chest with his arms around me. He was okay, truly okay, and we were happy.
The colors of the shore and sky and water were so intense, i never wanted to forget them, or the dream. I recorded it as soon as I woke up. It took several months, but I finally captured that landscape how I remember it.