Seasonal changes deeply affect several people close to me. As the weather begins to cool and the days get shorter, they seem to build a cocoon around themselves. I see them around less frequently, until suddenly they are gone. This lasts about four to five months in these northern climes, during which I feel their absence like a bricked over window. But then small miracles happen. That glorious morning comes when the sun radiantly bathes you in a gentle warmth, when you shed your heavy coat and notice birds again. Hearts lighten along with the hemisphere. That is when my friends emerge as the butterflies they truly are. Welcome back my dears, I have missed you so!