Tuesday, September 18, 2007
It was windy this morning, and the blossom trees were surrounded by swirls of blown petals, some of spring being swept away.
Maybe one of the reasons I love the seasonal changes is their longevity - I remember wearing white azaleas in my hair in my teenage years. Today was nearly the last meeting of a 6 1/2 year project I've been involved with at work - my contribution is almost over. Things like that come, and stay, and change, and leave, but every spring the azaleas will burst out with cheerful beauty. asking nothing of you but to look and enjoy while their time is here, and to know that next year they'll return.