Some people see the stages of a long life as seasons….
Seasons that, like a river, flow….
We are born into the springtime of our life…and die with the winter snow.
They see children as blooms in springtime…still with so much to know
and when they reach the summer of their life is when they truly begin to grow.
Older still in the autumn of our lives we find contentment…
although we are sometimes a little appalled…
as we notice our skin begin to change color and our leaves begin to fall.
Which leads us unto the winter of our life…where, perhaps, we start to move a little slow…
Where we look back with a smile remembering our spring, summer and autumn…
then go out with the winter snow.
But having lived in Florida, where we can experience all four seasons in a day…
I tend to look at life’s progression in a slightly different way,
I think we are a constant blend of seasons from the moment we are small….
We are springtime mixed with summer…mixed with winter…mixed with fall.
Although I know life flows in one direction…inside me a host of season abound….
I never know from one minute to the next which one will surface…
because they like to hop around.
So…if someone looks at me and says I’m in the winter of my life
I turn to them and grin….
Not today I say…today I am in springtime…
with a little summertime mixed in.
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