Patience. Stillness. Serenity.

The trees sense when it is time to rest, to go dormant, and patiently await the arrival of spring. There is no striving to make the fall linger. There is no demand to wait, as though there was more to do before winter’s arrival. There was simply preparation, acceptance, and stillness. Waiting wordlessly for the arrival of spring. Can we learn something about patience, and stillness, and finding serenity in the peaceful passing of time?