I was thinking about people today and about how everyone's heart seems to have a life time season. I saw the pictures below and they touched me in a way that made me think about how much i love spring, and all that it has meant to me through out my life. But I know that I don't have a spring heart. I know my heart is the month of August; long days, and welcomed dark nights - hours that seem to burst at the seems with excitement, wonder, and anticipation. August is the culmination of brightness and love, but it is tinted with a warm sadness at the awareness that this, like all things, is finite.
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