There is, in the Autumn of the year, a sense that I have that is both true and false.
It is the sense that time is winding down that things are ending and time and flowers and leaves are fading and going away...
...and it somehow sometimes extends beyond the natural world to friendships and family (as if they weren't part of the natural world!)
this sense that time is slipping away and I'm we're powerless to stop it.
It is, of course, true.
But that truth is conditional and temporal.
Things are winding down some things are ending and that day is coming soon.
But other things are just starting.
Seeds are being blown on the wind carried and buried and going into hibernation to spring up again one day and that day, too, is coming soon.
New ideas are germinating new friendships are resting waiting to blossom
Old friendships will be reinvented and reimagined strengthened
Our own Selves are being reinvented and reminagined and that change is all Good
or can be.
Change is life.