Dear You,

Today I sat at the kitchen table waiting for the coffee to finish brewing before pouring a cup and sitting down to write you this letter. The morning sun is hidden behind the rain and clouds as I gaze out the window wishing you were here. The smell of freshly cut roses at the center of the table grounds me to the moment and reminds how important it is not to use only my eyes when savoring a dream. My wish is that you like me have a bouquet of promise within reach.

Love,
Me