A dear friend, advisor and professor said this at the end of our last meeting. Struck by the simple sincerity of the words, I paused to write them down. He passed away just recently. A few hours before I received the call, the page with his quote slipped out of my notebook.
Your little note brought such warmth to this chilly autumn afternoon, thank you so. I’m always delighted to meet another dreamer, for what are we without dreams? Hold fast to your words lovely!