When I look out my office window in the winter time, I can see a huge graveyard. Sometimes I watch the herse and the slow parade of cars as the wind through the graveyard to the final resting place of a loved one.

But in the spring and summer, the graveyard is hidden by a dense canopy of trees. If I didn’t know there was a graveyard there I would have thought it was just a pretty little forest.

I am afraid my thought doesn’t go much further, I do not have a deep and illuminating thought on the subject to apply to life. I just find it fascinating to watch as the seasons pass by my window.