Fall Autumn: Spring

Spring is ambition. It bursts forth without apology: daffodils breaking through frost, cherry blossoms lasting only days, but mattering entirely. Spring says, Grow now. Risk now. Be seen now. It is the season of planting, of hope unburdened by memory.

As the year turns, perhaps the best we can do is to live both. To plant with the hope of spring. To release with the grace of autumn. And to call the space between them simply: this season of being alive. spring fall autumn

The mistake is to prefer one over the other. To long always for spring is to fear the wisdom of autumn. To dwell only in autumn is to forget the courage of a seed breaking soil. Spring is ambition