“And maybe that’s like life. You live for a moment – one single moment. And then you don’t matter. Because there are years of the past and years of the future, and we’re all simply one tiny blip in time – a surge of water waiting to leave our mark on the sand, only to have it washed away by the waves that come after us. And Lea, with her brief, tiny wave. She didn’t get to make a mark. If she’d had more time, she would have been a hurricane.”
