i started composing this really great poem in my head last night, on our way out to supper. i have misplaced the habit of carrying a notebook with me, because i haven't written much poetry in the past couple of years, until recently.
of course, we had some wine with supper, and it would seem the wine stole the poem.
i think i am disappointed. will have to see if i can regain it somehow (pay the ransom?)