Having an affair with 'Dana Lynn'

She showed me her published writing last night, which was from an old Boston University journal, The Experience of Recovery. It is under her pen name Dana Lynn, but there is a journal full of poetry from before we met that I haven't had time to read. Nor is there time to review the film we went to together Saturday night, The Tree of Life, which on one level seems to be very much anything but an adult film, and there are no sexual situations, it being an long drawn out explanation to a child about biblical, maternity themes using symbolism.. And yet being a movie for the babysitter audience, it still seems overtly to have some type of tribute to the director Ingmar Bergman, whom is not longer with us.
We woke up together and slept late, although she had invited to a church service, which I hope to write more about later. I brought her a cross, without the chain to its necklace.
This morning, and its Monday, I've been with since Saturday evening, I'm having my first cigarette of the morning with a pigeon. Maybe we can contrast this view someday with an ocean sunset.
She's beautiful.

Scott Lord