As the leaves fall indicating the seasons change I reflect on my life's change. And like these leaves dying, a few of my relationships are dying my old ways are dying previous values are dying what I thought I wanted is dying I mourn these losses, though I understand it's vitality to my growth. These leaves are dying because it's necessary and even though the tree will be barren for a small while it will grow new, wiser then it's old. I trust that is what's happening to me. -J.C.