Where the Real Hearts Tread...

Spring in Toronto comes most years as a surprise and never announces how long she will stay. She's stunningly beautiful, fresh and uncannily fickle, vanishing with the first warm wind from the South. Summer has her own splendours, but she is a fleeting breeze...She never sticks around long enough.

And all to soon the Fall Sun moves lower in the sky. Autumn's Arch shows us her other side. Glowing Sunsets become backlit reminders of lives' past. Halos appear where there were none before. If only...

Seasons come and go like a standing eight count... But closing your heart is like facing an endless winter that shuts out the light of day, and perhaps something infinitely more ....

--TheStory

Written for a heart that amazes me each day.