Seasons, often reflective of life, change in measured doses – or release in sudden fury. It is something to embrace in the end, or despair. I have in this volume written mostly of that in which I find delight. Let woes be placed aside for our time together. Stroll through the seasons contained within and find delight in those things found commonly about us but un-noted by far too many. There is beauty and wonder scattered about our feet and pulsing through our skies. Worlds, hidden in the mad rush of everyday business, beg our senses for attention.