The transient breathtaking beauty of spring prods me to acknowledge that my life is in its [View all]

[Atticus]

autumn. Just as the fresh clean perfect blooms that now sparkle from meadow to forest floor are so full of promise and possibility, so once was I.

I am not as strong or fast or easy to look at but, hopefully, I have grown in wisdom and tolerance and compassion. Some of my dreams have been realized; some have been abandoned; but, some are still "in process".

I now understand and accept that wisdom requires that we admit how little we know.

Because I no longer take next spring for granted, I will savor this one in a way that the still strong and beautiful cannot.