We've been spending almost every day we can for the last two weeks. She has two children, three and six years old. Today she came to my house to get me for coffee. I saw her as came around the street corner. Playing coy I pretended she didnt phase me, when in reality she makes my heart flutter. Following her like a puppy we walked to the market, apples, peaches and scones where in order. Peaches for a peach crumble, she knows I practice peachyness and supports me fully. The tenants of which are to treat each other with softness, sweetness and juiciness.

This year I will be thirty two and I have sometimes wondered about my own children. Helping nurture a new member of our species into existence has not always been my dream however. Once when I was twenty three I recall saying that I would get a vasectomy that this world need no more attention starved children. Now... now I wonder if I can help there be one or two less...Not so much starved but...We can always use more love and caring.

This world will be cruel enough to us... we don't need to be to each other.

Sincerely, Raymon Johnstone, may you be peached all your life.