Dear Friend

Morning (bottom) and evening (top): The things we take for granted, without knowing if we will have another.

In these riddles
I have you in my mind

The days, the seasons
That which has been constant
That which we knew wasn’t forever
That which is a habit now

We cannot hold on even if we wanted to
We will be thankful for what we have
But eyes do well up
At the prospect of not having another day, another season.

Seasons, the cycle of life: Everything comes and goes, what are we trying to hold on to?