THE PICNIC

Dearest Deborah,

How grand the sky was today! How grand the clouds! How grand the grass and the trees and the wind! How grand the warmth of spring, the smell of food, the glass of wine! How grand!

That's why I'm with you.

Without you a shadow passes over the earth, blocks the sky, grays the clouds, breaks the trees, throws a tantrum with hail and rain and brings on the cold, Without you I shiver and frown and wonder why food and wine doesn't taste so well. Without you--without you--well, without you everything would not be quite so grand.

Thanks for coming into my life.

Love forever and always, Michael