The end of a season doesn’t mean the end of life. Organic matter has to die to nourish the earth so there can be a rebirth in the spring. It’s an obvious and comprehensible concept, just one I’m struggling to face being here where the seasons change. I must accept it, because it’s the situation I’m in. So, I hug and climb and just chill with the trees in gratitude. I’m glad I’m alive and get to experience it.