Season of Departure

Seems to be a season of departure.
Rosie,Jason, Aunt Evelyn, Aunt Corine...
And isn't it just like mother nature- moody woman- to have the season's of our lives pass so vehemently different.
Change.
They pass quickly- out the blue, a shock to the system, lighting.
They fall gracefully- a leaf from the limb, to decay, slowly on the forest floor.
A subtle ebb to the ocean tide, they recede.
Or go swiftly by, in a gush of errant wind.
Either way, our season's change.
The cycle of life will take us all and all I can say is...
I wish for you, my friend,
nice weather in passing.

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