Oh Hugh, How are you lately? Have you looked at the sky's blue hue? I have been doing it daily. They came and visited me, He brought me tulips. It's colors you should have see. His name was Philips. I started narrating that story again. He must have heard it many times. But I like to walk down memory lane. To share and relive my primes. I have no regrets, As I have lived each day, like it is my last. With his hands in mine and eyes that sweats, I'm afraid my fate has been cast.