On a Rainy Morning in Paris, I fell in Love with a Moment
And the moment became an unforgettable memory.
It was a rainy day in Paris when Isabelle was sleeping.
Her face lightly resting against the pillow brought memories of a painting I’d seen before.
Her beauty was radiant; her skin, immaculate. She was a work of art in all its glorious essence.
I’d never seen such peace and beauty together on a face.
Barely awakened, al…