The warm weather is moving on, and the cold temperature is on its way. The change of season reminds me so much of the cycle of life. Everything must change. Nothing stays the same. It's just like love and loss. What lies dormant can blossom in due season. When the leaves all fall from the trees, and they ready themselves for fall and winter, the naked tree waits in anticipation for another season of growth and sunny days. The tree doesn't even have to move one inch to blossom again, and you don't either.