Do you have any idea, Laurel, of how fast angels fly? How brilliant they are? How silently they work? How deeply they love? How creative they can be? How cleverly they blend in?
Oh, hey, Laurel, nice orchestra. Do they follow you everywhere?
Da-da-da-dunnnnn,
The Universe
Do you have any idea, Laurel, of how fast things can change for the better? "Oh, hey, Laurel, nice new, faster, fancier, lighter laptop! . . . Must be nice."
