Where I Ride Torn apart were we, No time to say goodbye Tonight I bear my starlit gift Of peaceful sleep below, Shine through your bedroom window On a pillow stained with tears. Close your eyes and find me In places that I used to be For this is where I ride The early summer sunlight playing warm upon your shoulders, Dance with December’s snowflake, Soundless, mingled with your hair, Skim the salty whitecapped swell On early April breezes, Rustle in the browns and golds Of crisp October air, Let gently go of what I was For I am so much more I am not with you as I was, Yet I am with you still, And you will always find me On springtime’s April breezes, Where I ride the silver moonlight Soft into your dreams. —Aaron Espy Dedicated to the memory of Bret Tarver ~ A firefighting hero who saved the lives of many Arizona children and who died, tragically, sacrificing his own.

The Value of Time To realize the value of ten years: Ask a newly divorced couple. To realize the value of four years: Ask two, now single, high school sweethearts. To realize the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a final. To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother of a premature baby. To realize the value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. To realize the value of one minute: Ask a person who has missed the plane. To realize the value of one second: Ask a person who has survived an accident. To realize the value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.