It is the season for gathering family and friends together.
Every tunnel has a light at the end, Every journey starts with a single step, Every mountain can be climbed, Every fjord can be crossed.
Time to say goodbye. Sometimes we rush to say goodbye, other times we savour the moment. But the day has come and we must move on. Renewed and strengthened, we start afresh.
The path we take is strange. Sometimes it seems the only constant is change. But change is not change and the more things change the more they stay the same. For there are four seasons: spring, summer, fall, and winter.
There must always be winter. There must always be night. This is life. This is the seasons that mark our lives and our world.