Turn, Turn, Turn

I find myself reflecting as the seasons turn once again. These natural markers of the Earth’s rotation, of the cycles of our planet, come around over and over, like familiar street signs. Are we ever the same as we pass onto our home street at the end of each day? Truly, no. The same applies as summer wanes, and leaves begin to fall. We may pull out the same blankets and hoodies, we may buy the usual harvest décor of mums and pumpkins….but we are different than the last time