The plants return to their rhythms of last year, as if time itself were circling back. I know this is the natural way of things, yet they truly repeat themselves, unmoved by human joy or sorrow. Perhaps it is this quiet law of nature, this unseen order, that soothes and steadies the heart.
The plants return to their rhythms of last year, as if time itself were circling back. I know this is the natural way of things, yet they truly repeat themselves, unmoved by human joy or sorrow. Perhaps it is this quiet law of nature, this unseen order, that soothes and steadies the heart.