Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain.
The pine sings, but there's no wind.
Who can leap the world's ties
And sit with me among the white clouds.

- Han-shan

Thank you for your kind thoughts everyone *hugs*,
means a lot to see you all here.
Hope you had a happy Easter
Sandy