Ah Scotty,

We must have winter or we would never truly know the joys of summer; we
need nights to know the gift of daylight!

Be still sad heart and stop repining;
Behind the cloud is the still shining.
Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life, some rain must fall.
Some days must be dark a dreary!!!

Good nite one and all. Time for Ole Thom to go to bed.