Usually that never happens. This time the words aren't forthcoming as they used to be. I honestly don't know why. Given the power, which I don't have, I would have asked Ms. Venema to play this for Robert who died on Thursday. It is my favorite piece of music. Again, for the second time we found ourselves next to a place that is evocative in the best way. It isn't far as the crow flies, nowhere near my outer limits and yet, I don't think I will ever be back again. We drove home in the rain for some hours as night fell and the rain grew more undriveable.