During summer everything is alive. The rain allows long-forgotten seedlings to
flourish. The typical yellowed landscape
makes way to an almost Irish greenery.
Before you eyes the changes awaken new life in every living thing. The animals become livelier; the people
happier.
For a while all is good and awake. But like all good things, it recedes with the
same mystery as its arrival. The days
gradually become shorter, until one day it appears to sleep as much as the
inhabitants.
The lushness, like the sun, fades to its dry, brittle
self. New growth becomes sparse, and the
wildlife leaner. Hardships begin to
arise, and with it the redder emotions of the human species. Aggression, frustration and anger are the
meals of the season.
With shorter days comes the distancing of the sun. Its departure carries with it the heat, the
passion, and the joy. It is during these
times that people show their strength to persevere. This is when we survive.
It is the winters, not the summers, which allow for real
growth. Organisms use no thought or
gumption when the living’s easy, when all components of survival are in easy
reach. Winter, on the other hand, is
what separates the hardy from the frail.
It is that ability to survive the cold, the dry, the lonely,
which makes our roots stronger. When we
can soften those reds, and allow ourselves to survive the winter, that we truly
become our strongest.
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