The Final Season
I find myself entering the winter of my life. The world around me seems emptier now, paler, quieter, colder. I feel a sense of loss, knowing that, for me, the cycle of seasons will not repeat. And so I look for comfort in this winter landscape of aging. As I look more closely, I begin to appreciate the beauty of this time of life. The muted colours are gentle and peaceful and soothing. Winter has softened the rough places. And the colours, the fragments remaining from previous seasons are reminders of time gone by. Memories of the renewal of spring, the exuberance of summer, the celebration of autumn come flooding back and blend with the present, and I am at peace, here in my season of winter.