Hints of Spring

As the giant cumulonimbus loom overhead, reflecting the setting sun in the sky, I reflect. Another Spring appears, a long year left behind and a future by no means certain lies ahead. Of all things that enter and dwell in my mind these days, I feel still without direction, but not lost. In fact, despite all melancholy and difficult moments, the certainty of knowing where I am has become stronger. Lost is an adjective that does not apply.

Spring, season of life awakening - a natural cycle like so many events that perhaps are not apparent as such, but nevertheless upon observation and patient contemplation reveal themselves.

And as the sun sets, so the certainty that it will too rise again on the morrow calms natural fears of the unknown. And should it not, it should not matter for one cannot control the world. So rise, and shine.