The big storm has passed. Let’s us cuddle and enjoy the drizzling. The

fresh wind walking on the bridge of the rainbow into our room.

Let’s hug gently. Kiss each other softly. Talk in a whisper close to our

ears. Listen to the cricket the owl and the wolf. Would love to know

our fate and destiny, but that is reserved to the Gods. We, mere mortals;

have an immense black wall before us. It’s impossible to see the other

side. Who knows if the curtains of Death will reveal those secrets to us.

No one knows. And no one has come back to tell us about it either.

In the meantime. Let’s not speculate but ascertain our love for each

other. At least, for the time being. “ Who knows about tomorrow…?”

EO