bee rides round the carousel.

All things end and begin somewhere. The place was dark and cold but it seems alive, even though all ended thousands of years ago. That is what I like about the museums. A platform for us to go back to the past. They are there, preserved. However, some things pass and never return. Some things just get forgotten. Are we leaving it behind, or are they leaving us behind? What we can do is cherish. Besides, we don't get many bee rides round the carousel in a lifetime.