Hope the storm fronts, steer clear of you. Hope the wind still whispers sometimes and makes you smile. May rain be a soothing balm, bringing nourishment and life after summer’s drought. Wishin’ sunny skies, balmy breezes and smooth sailin’ for you. Always. ~ Me
sometimes
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.
Gregory David Roberts (Shantaram)