With the change of seasons upon us once again, I am reminded of certain seasons of my life and of certain people and places whose paths have crossed with mine for only a season.

The length of a season may have been years or months, but the timing always perfect, not accidental. Then, circumstances change and people move on to new places, but hopefully not without leaving a mark, fulfilling their purpose for being in a certain place at a certain time.

I’m still trying to figure out what this season holds for me. I often feel stuck, like these leaves caught on a log while the water flows past. I don’t want the days to just pass me by and I am hopeful about who I may next cross paths with and where that may be.

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