Of course, all this is so much more noticed when some fear of job loss has been corralled, for the time being. GM went through job eliminations and demotions last week. I prayed each day that no bad tidings would follow Arvo. Each day I was thankful for "no news is good news". The week ended to allow normal thought. Of course, nothing is guaranteed to last forever. Nothing. For now, we will carry on keeping this perspective continually in mind, while at the same time knowing that in the end, all will be well. Nature seems to know this. After a long, cold winter, spring always manages to present itself to the world to tell us, all will be well.
In my opinion, Simon and Garfunkel summed it up poetically like this:
"April, come she will. May she will stay resting in my arms again.
June she'll change her tune. In restless walks she'll prowl the night.
July, she will fly and give no warning to her flight.
August die she must. The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September, I'll remember a love once new has now grown old."
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