Today is the first day of Spring. The equinox. We celebrated under a blue, blue Nebraska sky.
The changing of the seasons is such a beautiful and powerful thing. Quiet and profound. The seasons of our lives are like this as well. But since they don’t follow a predictable calendar, it can be easy to miss the ending of one season until the new season is well under way.
Every season has its purpose. I’m glad this one is about rebirth.