A new beginning

A week has passed and through Charlotte I return. Though my layover is not quite as extensive, I escape the hectic terminal into the serenity of the fountain and the warmth of the sun's rays.

I sit on a park bench and take out my camera for the trees just behind the fountain are now in full bloom. (I referred to these trees as dogwoods earlier though, on closer inspection, they aren't the blooms of the dogwood that I'm familiar with. The bloom itself is familiar but exactly what it is escapes me at the moment. I'll include a photo for those green-savvy individuals who may recognize it.)

It's then that I remember the archway and the flowering trees. With a glance that way, I realize the blooms have all but disappeared there and it makes me think of beginnings and endings, death and rebirth, passings and renewals, old resolutions and new chances. (The true dogwood would be appropriate here for the significance behind it's structure within Christian lore and my current thoughts. http://www.promiseofgod.com/dogwood/)

There are many endings in life and equally as many beginnings. You can always start over. Don't, as so many would suggest, forget the past. Accept the past for what it is. It's gone and you can do nothing to alter it. Remember it, however, with the wisdom gained and the lessons learned to construct the future you wish to see unfold before you.

As an afterthought, I wonder if the spider made its destination, got deterred along the way, or if it became another victim to the human masses. There again, I don't even know if he had a destination or was wandering aimlessly as I wished to do a week ago.