"Hi"

"Hi," a sort of half whisper, falling gently as a snowflake. Hi. Like the blanket against the skin of a sleeping child. Hi. That's all it is, hi.

Hi. Here you are, and in my sight you are excellent. On your messiest day, I'll take you all over again. Hi.

Such a plain greeting, but from Regina's breath I dearly wish this could be the last word I hear on this earth. "Hi."

[Artist: Agnolo Bronzino.]