Words meant to be shared

I regret. No I am just trying to undo the horrific dream I had last night. Something about O.J. Simpson cohorts lining a bunch of us a stoning. I could not cloud it with good thoughts until I got up this morning.
Last night I attended a gathering of folks who are trying to market their talents, products, schemes, and hopes. And some who were there to brag about what they had almost done.
I took a photo I took in Paris a few years back. It's one of my favorite ones; a black and white of the Seine with a single woman walking along the quay where house boats were moored.

A professor I had in college told me I wanted women I couldn't have.. I don't remember if any sparks glowed between us, but we did spend a little time together. I think as I remember back to that time, now 30 years ago that I might have been distracted by another woman I'd met. It's probably me denying the truth, but it was of little consequence even then.  There have always been women I had found fetching, but who were beyond my reach or reality.
Right now, I seem to be thinking about Sarah Johnson, "Sarah Jean", a young mother and wife in our congregation. I look forward to meeting with her, talking to her, working with her, and just being in the same room with her. And she has called it a "Mutual Admiration Society."  Admiration is not exactly what I am looking for to fill this at time lonely heart.
Sarah just warms my heart. She is so giving, kind, caring, and sweet. An angel who gives so much of herself to help others. And she is married to Patrick who irons his jeans.