Dear Sis,
We can be dancing on the fringe of the forest with the early sunset in the crispy winter air.
We can be watching the tiny feather dropping from the sky and we will reach our hands, holding the surprise from God.
We can be singing with the romantic guitar music with bottles of wine, celebrating the marvel moment of life.
We, only by doing good to ourselves, can enjoy the beauty of life.
However, those cheerful moments hidden in the gasps of breath, the shinning lights walking through the fingers and the eyes of wonder through the height of shoulders are the moments we feel someone doing good to us.
We can have it. We had it. We have nothing. We begin another start. Circle.
XX.
Sis.
