poem

Once in a while, it's nice to go through your usual work emails and find something special. :-)

Hello, Jhieisms!

The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells in the sand.

The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.

The music stops, and yet it echoes in sweet refrains.

For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.

Love,
L-N-W

Y'know what? I miss you already.