[T]HE SEASONS CHANGE.
The page turns.
The calendar flips.
When something ends, something else often begins.
When the leaves turn, summer’s gone and fall’s on the way.
We go through similar seasons of life, I think.
Sometimes we’re dormant, and other times we learn and grow.
Some seasons are hard, and we may go through loss like a tree in winter, but there’s always hope to come back stronger when the seasons change again.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is, “turn.”