Every year we wait for the green of spring to cut through the gray of Winter.
Every year we wait for the freedom of Summer to peak through the rain clouds of Spring.
Every year we wait again for the playfulness of fall to color the monotony of the humid Summer.
Every year we wait for the solitude of Winter to lightly cover the work of fall.
We should just live in the moment and enjoy the time we have now, instead of always wanting something else.
It all comes in time.