Every moment is A beginning. Of not the beginning, every moment is all there is. This moment. Here and now. All that is. A white sheet you can fill with whatever you wish.
As soon as you realize, the moment is gone. There is another moment. Another beginning.
As the moments, the beginning, is such a volatile happening, all beginnings also represents an end.
In a bigger perspective a human life is merely a moment in time. As is the seasons changing. Autumn is upon us. Winter is coming. Change is hard, but also beautiful.
My weekend has been full of nature and contrasts. Strawberries for summer-feelings. Potatoes for the fall. And a spider for good luck