Seasons

Yesterday felt like Spring. I know it isn't, but it even sounded like Spring. When I got off work I had to wait a few minutes for Mike to come get me. I stepped outside and immediately heard dripping sounds all around. There were icicles everywhere but they were melting quickly.

There is something about feeling/seeing/smelling a new season approach that I like. Why do you suppose that is? I think there is something about change that is kind of refreshing. Is it a feeling of hope, maybe? Do any of you feel this way? What is it about the current season that always starts to feel a bit old?  

Ecclesiastes 3

New International Version (NIV)

A Time for Everything

3 There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

²     a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
³     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
⁴     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
⁵     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
⁶     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
⁷     a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
⁸     a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.