I've spent these past days staring out the window in a panic, terrified of letting this beautiful weather slip by unappreciated. Last week was lovely, mornings spent in the morning light and evenings spent riding home in the cool air. I'm back on first shift this week, though, and the weather won't last. Maybe that's what we're supposed to learn from the seasons: Beauty doesn't ever stay put. Accept its elusiveness, and live in the moment, or miss out on the experience all together.