I am here at the park. You know I have to come here so we can write to each other in private. What a great invention, the Messenger, Twitter private messaging, all of them. We can write silently or even video each other, but here in the park I can do both without interruption, or prying eyes. No one to hear us except for the ducks, and I think they’re busy being interested in each other. It is spring after all, when all creatures turn their thoughts to love. . . even us.