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Picture Credits: http://www.stormeffects.com/rainy_day_bridge.htm
I had been down this road many times before, but I had never noticed the beauty in this place. I stopped to look one last time. Perhaps it was the rain causing everything to glow with so much more intensity than usual. Or it could have been the way the trees were beginning to turn, matching the many colors of the brick in the ancient bridge.
Or perhaps I simply imagined that it beckoned to me to stop, to revel in the scents of autumn, fresh rain, and life as it fades to dusty brown. Had I imagined all of this just to stall my purpose on this road for a little while longer?
It was there that I decided to celebrate my father’s life, to celebrate and not mourn. For in that moment I saw the meaning of the seasons. The cycle of life, explained in the book of Ecclesiastes.
I knew I would hear it read again today. Today I will understand it; for everything there is a season. There can not be spring without winter. I know the leaves will fall to the ground and make fertile soil for the earth to renew itself next year. And I, too, will grow anew because of this autumn.
A new season had begun for me, there in that place, as I continued on my journey beyond the bridge. To the other side of the woods to bury my father.
I see it clearly. I am the grown up now. After the winter of my tears cease, there will come spring, and my own children will dwell in my summer… until autumn comes for me as well.
Inspired by Samantha H's contest picture.. not an entry... too late.
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