Many Couleurs

Dearest,

The past summer I sat alone, mostly in the torrents of the many colors of life. The shades of perfection are often seen after the rain storm.

The rainbows pierce the grey grouse clouds, only to give us faith. Not juste about storms but because after the storm the sky has never been more beauteous. Do you believe?

Do you believe in the sunshine after the rain?

Sit au milieu de the rainstorm et the after sun and you’ll see that somewhere, somehow out there, in here the light shines a bright.

Believe that the many couleurs exist et so does your happiness.

SOmewhere out there, it shall find you. Don’t allow despondency to be your visitor at tea.

à la prochaine.

Yours,

RS