There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity under
heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to embrace and a time to
refrain,
A time for love and (no) time for
hate..
(*quoted*)
Seasons, they are all beautiful. They
come with a tip-toe, very coyly at first, and then grow more comfortable as
they settle around you! They express themselves in full force and then subside,
quietly carrying you onto the threshold of the next.
