Once more it rolls a round. An epic day, filled with pleasant memories. God gave us memory that we might have roses in December. Unfortunately roses have thorns. So this day will be as it has always been, filled with bright memories and dark introspection. You can never recapture a rapture.

To lighten things up:
A man walks into a psychiatrists office.
The psychiatrist says "Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in many years, since I cured you of thinking that you were a moth. Why have you come to see me today?".
Mr. Jones says "I really wasn't coming to see you. I was walking home from work but your light was on.".