The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
~ Lois Lowry in THE GIVER
Happy in the morning
I open my cottage door;
A clear breeze blowing
Comes straight in.
The first sun
Lights the leafy trees;
The shadows it casts
Are crystal clear.
Serene,
In accord with my heart,
Everything merges
In one harmony . . .