When do the dead die? When they are forgotten.
Whe does a city disappear? When it no longer exists in the memory of those who lived there.
And when does love cease? When one begins to love anew. Of this there is no doubt.
The law of Love - Laura Esquivel
Today is one of those mornings where the sun is shining so brightly that it seems to be catching my eye at every turn as I start my day. It's begging me to go out and feel the warmth and maybe escape just for the fun of it. I will definitly have to find part of my day to do just that! :)