Drop Your Leaves A season is a period in a person’s life set aside specifically for change. And that change looks and feels different with each heart. Some do it willingly and while others by force. Outwardly, we all age with the year, routinely. The year is not partial in it’s filling of age, it happens rather you’re looking or not. However, inwardly, our soul is like a wine flask. Without being maintained, the heart will ferment. A fermented heart is bubbles of confusion and can be detected by more than the nose. The heart is the flask that holds the wine gathered at the end of the days crushing. The wine is the fruit of everything learned and favor from obedience. Its value is only known by the one who endured the crushing with understanding. The foolish bath in yesterday’s wine like pigs rolling in mud. Creating a party where Pity is the host and Understanding is asked to leave. You can not mix today’s wine with the portion you did not finish yesterday. Seasons are not parallel but given one by one. Wine is not poured in an old wine flask but the new. Value can only be measured by those who understand. The foolish speak without listening to themselves. Drop your leaves, the season has changed, and so will you!