Spring has arrived. The sign of spring is in the newly bloomed hyacinths and in the shrill chirps of mockingbirds. The seasons seem to come and go so quickly, taking away the fresh green colors of spring or the muted chestnut colors of autumn. In the cycle of life, one only experiences so many springs or summers or falls or winters.
Spring is here, but it is ephemeral. The dandelion wisps still attached to the stem right now will soon blow away, either by the wind of nature or by the breath of a small child. Nothing is permanent.
Each feature of each season is so short-lived, and that is precisely why it is beautiful. The fleetingness of the present allows us to treasure the little moments in life, for the present will soon become the past as we move on into the future.