Greetings, Thy Honor. May thy day excel w splendor as I script thee in the brise of the night, my fervent, ethereal desires of prosperity, & opulence. As thou then will have felt the locus amoenus susurrus transcend thy spirit. May The Lord bless thee: I hope thy day goes on as a shooting star: onwards, no U-turns so the Earths mantle is covered w stardust, making a way thru the darkest nights, gazing upon thee.