For years now I have looked outside this window in my room. I have laid my eyes on the Santa Rita Mountains and have seen a different image every time I opened my curtains. My eyes have seen this timeless face change into a unique image every second of everyday for the past seven years. Through that time I have seen those mountains a far and at close.
Through that time I have seen changes upon those rock formations. The four seasons bring four changes as predicated earlier. Spring season brings the new sprouts, new leaves, new young in the animals and even what seems to be new fresh start to a year. Summer brings the warmth, brings season to those of young who just arrived, and the rains of the monsoon come to prepare those for later. As those rains dissipate and the temperature begins to cool, the mountains change again. The leaves of youth fade color and start to show their age. Yellow, gold, brown and red cover the canopies and ground like a brilliant picture. The now seasoned creatures and plants prepare for cold by by hunkering down. As winter arrives the for mentioned canvas is covered in white bringing the cool temperatures down. The white path shows a new direction one that leads the old to a new. Winter is as beautiful as the other seasons, just as important as the others and one thing for sure just as needed but as painful.
Even during those seasons I have seen change. I have seen fires ravage through the hill side, storms watering the way for new, snow falling and melting creating tools to carve the scene and my own eye seeing new.
As I looked at those mountains today, I realized that taking time to stare out a window can make recent event somewhat a little bit more understanding. No mater what change is always here and no matter what even ones family and life must change. This may mean a girl or boy can disappear but like fall and winter a new will come. Family may disappear, but you will always have those unique canvases to look at and remember.
A few years ago I use to hate one certain month because a lot accrued that one year on that one month. That year was rough but this year has been by far the roughest. The one thing the I see though is that one year from before prepared me for this year. So many challenges have been laid in front of me but I have some how moved forward. The last challenge has been even more difficult, but the canvas from the past and knowing who is looking out for me, I know I will move forward.
As the title states as dark falls it creates light to show a new. As I live another day and live I will always remember what I have learned and use it to become better like those who taught me so. I will become the light in the dark.
I will always remember August 1, 2012 because a great man passed away bringing darkness around but I know he would want a new light to brighten a new way.
Rest In Peace Opa, we all miss you so but we know you are back on your farm enjoying those seasons again.
Through that time I have seen changes upon those rock formations. The four seasons bring four changes as predicated earlier. Spring season brings the new sprouts, new leaves, new young in the animals and even what seems to be new fresh start to a year. Summer brings the warmth, brings season to those of young who just arrived, and the rains of the monsoon come to prepare those for later. As those rains dissipate and the temperature begins to cool, the mountains change again. The leaves of youth fade color and start to show their age. Yellow, gold, brown and red cover the canopies and ground like a brilliant picture. The now seasoned creatures and plants prepare for cold by by hunkering down. As winter arrives the for mentioned canvas is covered in white bringing the cool temperatures down. The white path shows a new direction one that leads the old to a new. Winter is as beautiful as the other seasons, just as important as the others and one thing for sure just as needed but as painful.
Even during those seasons I have seen change. I have seen fires ravage through the hill side, storms watering the way for new, snow falling and melting creating tools to carve the scene and my own eye seeing new.
As I looked at those mountains today, I realized that taking time to stare out a window can make recent event somewhat a little bit more understanding. No mater what change is always here and no matter what even ones family and life must change. This may mean a girl or boy can disappear but like fall and winter a new will come. Family may disappear, but you will always have those unique canvases to look at and remember.
A few years ago I use to hate one certain month because a lot accrued that one year on that one month. That year was rough but this year has been by far the roughest. The one thing the I see though is that one year from before prepared me for this year. So many challenges have been laid in front of me but I have some how moved forward. The last challenge has been even more difficult, but the canvas from the past and knowing who is looking out for me, I know I will move forward.
As the title states as dark falls it creates light to show a new. As I live another day and live I will always remember what I have learned and use it to become better like those who taught me so. I will become the light in the dark.
I will always remember August 1, 2012 because a great man passed away bringing darkness around but I know he would want a new light to brighten a new way.
Rest In Peace Opa, we all miss you so but we know you are back on your farm enjoying those seasons again.
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