The sky is piercing blue, the sun is warming the earth. Things are changing – renewal is in the air. Every second holds the possibility of birth, and death. A fresh new blossom will have its brief shining moment before naturally withering to go on to its next calling, of nourishing the earth so once again, a new blossom can arrive. The circle is never broken.
Go outside, and relish the air, the sun, the sky, and all the fresh new buds which will be bursting open this weekend. When they fall, mourn them, but only for a time.
You will see them again. Good bye my friend…
Herbie, Dec 24, 1992 – April 18, 2007