Wise words

It seems like it's never, ever going to end. Wrong. It's going to end. Not on your timetable. But it's going to end. I promise. You'll hear the birds sing. You'll tell a dirty joke and laugh till you hurt, you and your friends, howling together, maybe a cold beer in your hand, or not. You'll see the green in the grass, sometimes it's almost blue, in the light of a soft summer sun.