… far from the echoes of the children’s laughter, Patience is seldom seen …

… except, perhaps, in your dreams.

 

Patience is the collector of all that’s lost and forgotten. She spins her magic from the shadows, weaving in the silence, waiting for the dawn and all the day will bring… patiently.

Patience. Her wondrous web, invisible strands, forever darning, patching, mending, breathing life into all that was and almost was… just waiting to be found anew.