Tonight I say we travel to India to partake in the festival of colors.  It is an ancient Hindu celebration symbolizing victory of good over evil, the beginning of spring, it’s about playing and laughing, and forgetting and forgiving.  During the festivities people dust one another with brightly colored powders and squirt each other with water.  Everyone is game, friend and foe alike.  Music and good food and libations are shared in the evening.  You and I will enjoy ourselves immensely and meet new friends–good ones at that.  The day’s sun will shine brightly and the night’s sky will glisten.  When we finally arrive back at our quaint inn we head to our room and fill the tub with hot sudsy water and take turns washing the brilliant colors from our skin.  When we are clean we slip beneath the satin covers and say a prayer thanking God for the blessings of love and friendship.  We drift to sleep in an tender embrace and don’t stir until the sun breaks the horizon.