It used to be much easier to forgive than to forget.

But just like winter follows fall,

And kills off all pigmentation, yet still turns it to a blanket for earth to rest,

This too shall pass.

Just like California skies invade the west with ash, yet, my, what a forgiving sunset she makes. One you will never forget.

But this too shall pass.

And just like the silky baby toe that shoots towards the sky, will someday shrivel to a raisin.

Because,

This too shall pass.