THE RAINBOW’S END.

Another time in the making and I’m thankful that after all, there is a brand new year to continue walking on that same path. I see it clearly, somehow. Like the rainbow’s end when you’re halfway towards it and you see the pot of gold after such a storm.

There will be our birthdays, our Christmases spent together this time, as we thought, hopefully. I wish I could tell the world the simplest joy I feel knowing you’re coming home.