Float On.

“He leaps for joy, and hugs his teammates, one by one, and then to a thunderous roar he walks slowly, alone, to the middle of the field and drops to a crouch and says a prayer and then turns and tips his cap and walks off. There's joy on his face, and on the faces of the tens of thousands in the stands, but there's a striking, haunting sadness in those limeade green eyes, because tomorrow, and tomorrow, you know? The petty pace, it's already returning, and no amount of heroics, or winning, or love, since that's what we're really talking about here, love, can ever slow the coming of winter, or change the saddest, plainest fact of all: Youth doesn't bother to say goodbye.”

“It’s about being able to wait. Waiting, being patient, and trusting that life will slowly inch along and things will eventually get better. After all, change takes time.”