It occurred to me - how similar they are. The colors of new spring...and those of old fall. At first glance - they look so very different. Upon a second look - they are really so much the same.
It reminded me that with each ending..something new begins...and with each new beginning..something old ends. When one door closes..a window opens. With each autumn leaf that falls...a new bud blossoms.
We shed our old selves...to grow into the new. We make space...for our new becomings. And yet - at the heart of it all....our colors remain true.
Endings and beginnings. Doors and windows. Old leaves and new. One season...and always - another. So different...and yet so much the same.