And every time when the rainbow appears and the rain stops, the clouds float away and it’s sunny again. It’s almost as if all of these things are connected somehow.
Another nugget of wisdom from her: one time she asks me, cryptically, “What happens when the wind blows?”
It just sounds like such a profound question. So I’m wracking my brain to figure out where she’s going with this, and eventually I say, “I don’t know.”
And every time when the rainbow appears and the rain stops, the clouds float away and it’s sunny again. It’s almost as if all of these things are connected somehow.
Another nugget of wisdom from her: one time she asks me, cryptically, “What happens when the wind blows?”
It just sounds like such a profound question. So I’m wracking my brain to figure out where she’s going with this, and eventually I say, “I don’t know.”
“The cradle will rock.”
Of course.