Now, with my so called leaves blasted off my branches, I try to remind myself that life mirrors the seasons. For every ending, a new beginning. For every winter, a spring. And so, I will take a cue from nature, hibernating -- and healing -- until the buds force their way out and open up into blossoms. And, yes, that's the same tree as above, just one week later, proving once again that the only thing constant in life is change.