Sometimes a silent hug is the only thing to say. ~Robert Brault

 For winter’s rains and ruins are over,

And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
– Algernon Charles Swinburne