The seasons change and summer turns to fall, threatening a cold winter yet yielding the odd warmer day — el niño? Trees shed their leaves and turn bare reminding us that even a large majestic tree will change form and beauty.
We pass one another, often wordlessly, like trains on parraelel tracks. We have our destinations and they do as well.
There are few promises that are everlasting and nearly no unshatterable guarantees. What is ours can be lost in the blink of an eye.
It behooves us to cherish what we have while we have it.
We never know when the tide may turn against us.