The flowers are dressed in orange. Maybe they’re just showing us how beautiful a goodbye can be. The seasons are changing. I am too. I need to love myself fiercely. I need to be okay with the empty spaces around me. I need to fill my heart with silence from it all and let it heal me. I need to let my spirit know that I can’t live without it. And if delicate things can bloom in harsh storms, I can too. I mean, the rain never drowned you, so why do you blame it for sinking? Maybe it quenched your thirst. Maybe the seasons aren’t changing at all. Maybe the flowers are just dressed in orange. -AMT ©️