The new Spring blossoms are all gone, as the summer heat dissipates. Buckling down for the changing theme of leaves falling and blustery moments to come. Thoughts of loves lost and prayers to protect loves still with us. Always moving, changing, believing and overcoming the next season, the next mountain to climb and valley to conquer. Will this be the season of the white sheath that unveils the unforeseen of regret or doubts or will the blanket unveil the purity and unscathed paths yet to be tread upon that lead us to the Garden of pure joy, happiness and true love. Wondrous hopes appear before me, as I look into my child’s eyes of faith and the touch of her hand that trusts in my guidance. Do not they all know – it is not me who is stepping without doubt, it is I who trust in him who I lay my faith who I believe is guiding my path to pave an easier one for those who reach to me. Is this not the beauty of thy changing of the seasons? I believe.