Endurance it is foolish workto hope for difficultiesin an already challenging life;difficulty will find usbut when it makesits inevitable knockupon our doorit will find us home,readyto make it through
Changing Seasons the sky is clear,an endless blue,the sun burns unencumberedby Winter's coldbirdsong has returnedto rest uponlifeless limbsawaiting Spring's budsa season has died,a new one begins,life is returningwhat did we learn,what will we carry forwardto ensure we are notjust counting the passingof time
