Seasons Come, Seasons Go

Plunging into a new day and a new Season. Cool nights colliding with warm days, producing a misty substance with which the Creator paints upon the palette of morning. Even the crazy, complicated, tangled interruptions of our inventions, our debates, our politics cannot stop the painter from painting the morning, nor can we, or would we, or should we cease to pause and reflect upon each new day or the changing of the season. We matter. We are small, but we matter. For us, we are given another day to say 'thank You' and another Season in which to seek the answers we crave. We carry on. We are changed.