It was so subtle. It was beautiful at first. Warm. Comforting. Happy. Colorful. A change of pace.
And now its cold. dark. and kind of sad. dead. It feels hopeless.
The beauty of the past is a struggle to remember as you prepare for the winter ahead.
Sometimes in the midst of a dark season, it's hard to remember that it is just that, a season. Seasons come and seasons go. It's a cycle, it's part of life. Knowing that the seasons eventually change, doesn't make it any less cold during the winter, but it does give you hope that you can hang on because spring is coming. Life is just around the corner. Here I am at the end of fall, knowing that winter is approaching, and already hating the idea that it's probably going to get colder before it gets warmer. How much colder could it get? How much more can I take? Will I really be able to hang on until spring?
Yes, I look out my window and realize how much I can relate to the picture that I see... things are hard, things seem hopeless, things that once were beautiful and comforting have changed. It feels so dark. The change was so subtle, how did I get here.. but even still, as I stand here looking out the fall season that has overtaken my neighborhood, and if I look really hard over the bare trees and past the dark clouds, I can see small rays of yellow, the sun pushing through a clump of clouds. Even in the seeming darkness there's a little light. There's hope. There's always hope.
I just hope I can hang on till spring.