"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." Groucho Marx
Out beyond ideas of right and wrong there is a field. I'll meet you there. Rumi
Time wastes too fast: every letter and trace tells me with what rapidity my life follows my pen. The days and hours of it are flying over our heads like clouds of a windy day. Never to return - more everything presses on - and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, every absence which follows it are preludes to that eternal separation, which we are shortly to make. [From: Time Wastes Too Fast, by Maira Kalman]
And, finally ... The day awaits a beloved sister's arrival ...