Ella

“The golden hours of life leave no sharp outlines to which the memory can cling: no spoken words remain - nor even little gestures and thoughts; only a deep gratitude that lingers on impervious to time.”
― R.C. Sherriff, The Fortnight in September

“Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven.”
― William Wordsworth, The Prelude