I absolutely love walking bridges.  I have adored them for as long as I can remember.  I thought I would be in heaven when we went to Venice on our honeymoon because of all the bridges.  While I am so incredibly thankful to have gone, I discovered my heart is with the bridges of Paris.  I stood on a bridge today overlooking this creek with my little one contemplating the serenity of nature and the changing of the seasons.  I have learned to savor these precious moments of beauty as I recognize their value.  One of these days I want to travel to Arkansas or New England to see the leaves change.  It is something my mother always wanted to do and she instilled that love in me.  The American three time Olympic gold medalist in cycling Kristin Armstrong said:

“When the seasons shift, even the subtle beginning, the scent of a promised change, I feel something stir inside me.  Hopefulness?  Gratitude?  Openness?  Whatever it is, it’s welcome.”

I love that.  Saying good-bye to summer today, we are waiting to welcome the beginning of autumn tomorrow.  There are four seasons and four directions.  Each has a time, a cycle, and a purpose; from the rising of the sun to the setting of the moon.  Eternal and changeless are the seasons.