Did anyone else shed some tears during the final paragraph of Piranesi?

"I came out of the park. The city streets rose up around me. There was a hotel with a courtyard with metal tables and chairs for people to sit in more clement weather. Today they were snow-strewn and forlorn. A lattice of wire was strung across the courtyard. Paper lanterns were hanging from the wires, spheres of vivid orange that blew and trembled in the snow and the thin wind; the sea-grey clouds raced across the sky and the orange lanterns shivered against them.

The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its kindness infinite."

In a world where it's quite easy to have a significant amount of cynicism, the reminder of having gratitude and appreciation throughout this final paragraph hits like a sledgehammer.