Today is my birthday! And it has been a great day! For some reason I was thinking about a quote I read years ago. The quote was from dying American Indian Blackfoot warrior about life.
It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Crowfoot’s last words (1890) (Blackfoot warrior and orator)