The bloom of a Rhinovirus is very apparent in the room where I sleep. They're like big white snow flakes with the occasional blue cough drop wrapper artfully arranged amongst them. And I can remember the reusable handkerchief, which were indeed the ideal fermentation zone for the Rhinovirus. Tongs are useful, I've found.
Perhaps in three months time this will be a distant memory. The Sufi poets
engraved "This Too Will Pass" upon a ring for their King. He'd wanted a gift
from them that would make him happy whenever he felt sad. Which is a classic
request from those up there. Then when the king was happy and he looked at the
ring, he was sad.