New life is exciting. We feel weary until confronted with life’s renewal. We are riding a Carousel. We are leaving the season of death and entering the season of life. We pause and consider the meaning of Death.

Start we do with a slap on the rump and a lusty cry. Everything is new. Sights, sounds and voices that are not mommy’s. Deep bass voices and high treble voices. Funny faces peer at us. They make us smile.

School days seem to go on forever, but once they are over they are over for a long time. Soon, we will be in the midst of our careers. We think of little else. We are on the ladder. We must climb high.

Now we sit in the audience. There is so much to see. So much to experience. Our colors are brilliant…

Quiet envelops us. The crunch of leaves. The distant sound of a woodpecker. Hope for tomorrow.

We feel new! We are blooming and fresh as the first time. What a miracle this thing called life is. What a mystery.