With a highlight reel beaming, there be no room for weeping.
Hear now these twisted trumpets.
If you are to regard your thoughts as clouds, you will understand why we are often much happier when there is a blue sky, and the sun is shining.
The caves were silent and unmoving. Cold to the touch and dark without us. But our play inside of them brought with it life. Dark and cold turned to radiant and warm.