THE RAIN OF BLOSSOMS

"The Fort of happiness lies in the far bunch of roses and gentle drops from the rain."

The way we live our life circles around a number of factors. Family, friends, rivals, soulmates, and most importantly self will.
"Self will."
Something more easily said then achieved.
Janice and Rae were souls distinct. Different lives, different views, different occupations of the time that ticked beyond them. Both forced into a life they didnt agree with but when a client meeting of a politician who was in search of a highly qualified lawyer unfoldes, the certain incident forces their persona to collide.
They puncture through a hole in their bound existence and dare to enhance forth. They dare to live once more and this time each with their own self will.

The chill of humanity is when burning fires of haste ignite, swallowing the harmony of seldom.
The point beyond which redemption is demolished and a soul is in surrender to darkness.
Something both of them learned the hard way, and enhanced beyond bounds.

Life is a word
that stretches to
chapters of many pages.

Moments that added up to something majestic. Meaningful but to what extent? At what price?
A question they both frequently ask themselves and one another.

Sunflowers dance in the direction of the sun.
But what in the cold?
They face one another.

This is their story

"Revive and retrieve."