Birdsong wakes me from the most restful sleep I've had here so far. Three days have passed and things are better. I have stored away my anger and weariness when it comes to Elijah. I cannot blame him for the actions of his father, just as I don't want to be punished for what is considered my parents' crime. The kissing we have engaged in... my God! It's like we cannot manage to do anything else whenever we are in each other's company. But I'm not complaining. It makes being here so much more fun and exciting. And it has the power to make me forget my worries, if only for a little while. The weather here stays mostly the same, I'm told. Grey and misty but not too cold. Fresh. I've been sleeping with my windows ajar, allowing the fresh air and birdsong to flow freely into my space. It's a wo
