The sun begins to crawl its way down to the west and here I am breathing its beauty. The air is cooler. Swoosh, swoosh, says the wind. The thin horizon at the back of the mountains started to eat those shimmering rays. Phone rings. The cracking sound of it tells me it is an e-mail from you. Though I am mesmerized by the glimmer of pink, orange and yellowish sky where vast clouds play, I know I have to check my e-mail, because it’s from one important person – – you. This is how much I value my friends and clients’ messages that I let ’em get in my way even if I am on a Robert Frost-y mood. So be clever, precise and nice when you use the form below.