Dear Red,

Perhaps the purpose of the nightmares and sporadic, surreal, spurts of pain in our lives, is to remind us to look around at the small miracles in every average minute of every average day, to give an (arguably unneeded) standard of comparison; we are human, we fall, but next time you do, pay attention to the beauty of the moment in which you lift your head up, the glory and the power and the courage in that moment where you have shifted from kneeling vulnerability, to an individual standing unconquerable beyond the grasp of the coward that is fear.

More to come,

all my love,

as always,

Sam