Spicy seasoning.

I find myself both overjoyed and grateful

every time I live to see another season.

In the spring I love seeing a dead world

explode into every color you find in a box of crayons.

(The big box with the sharpener)

I embrace the air rising from the south,

gently warming the new plants to

create a pungent world of fresh life.
In the summer I love lying in bed,

with the windows open,

listening to the cicadas and frogs at night,

singing a symphony to the Heavens.

I love spending time outdoors,

roaming, fishing, and camping

as we were meant to do,

as so many before us have done.

In the fall I love watching the mountains

shift colors like a chameleon

and kicking through the dry leaves covering a hiking trail.

I love the cooler nights where I can lie in my back yard

and stare at the stars, contemplating the true size of the universe,

and how small I am, floating in it's breath.

In the winter, there is something magical

about how quiet snow is when falling,

even in mass quantities.

I love celebrating the birth of Christ

with my family and friends.

Through the gaudiness and pomp and circumstance

that has befallen the season,

there is the hint of the miraculous, of hope,

of the foundation of Love.

We have so few seasons left in our lives,

no matter how invincible we believe ourselves to be.

Each season is like a new birth within this life

that we are graciously given.

Embrace them all.