Dear Danni,

   I saw the day break this morning Danni.  The sun broke out beautifully while I patted down the road on my morning run.  I was thinking just how miserable your life must have been this time last year.  I was also thinking that this time last year you were alive.  Alive not as a memory, as a thought or and idea, but as a living breathing person.   I was thinking how much you would have loved this cold winter morning, so full of hope with the inkling of a longer day, with the big blue sky and the cold clear runners air.  I was thinking about you.  Again.

    Why it is I can't let this drop I'm not going to be baffled about any more.  Our mutual friend is in Australia, same as she was this time last year.  This winter is nothing special.  There is no comparison between this winter season and last years.  The cold came with freezing rain and snow last year.  This year it is dry.  Your life was in turmoil this time last year, mine is smoothing out some.  Oh it's still troubled in it's own way but nothing like yours was a year ago.  

    So the sunrise was nice.  I've seen it rise before.  I've seen it rise since I've started writing you.  But I've never seen it rise and thought about you.  Where is the association there?  How is it you've inserted yourself in my subconscious like that, only to come out when the planet lines up a certain way? 

   Well you're not unwelcome here Danni.  Come back again will you?  The day can still break for you.  The sun will still rise for you.  From from time to time I'll let you know how it all turns out.

Peace,

Russ~