I received a card: Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. R. Jagore.
The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but the gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
That about sums it up, huh.