We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “The Year”
I missed posting this on Free Hugs Day on July 3rd, but it makes for warm and fuzzy Friday fodder and I say you can never have too much schmaltz going into a rainy weekend.