"Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire." ~ Robert Burns

 “As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses,

Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight.
In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler,
The sky low, the river broad, the calls of the wild geese harsh and cold.
Now, grey at the temples, I listen to the rain beneath the eaves of an abandoned cloister.
Has mine been a futile life?
I have no answers, only the sound of raindrops upon worn stone steps,
And long hours yet to pass before the light of dawn.”

― Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy