A Time for Every Purpose Under Heaven

Shifting sky over 14th Street in NYC today.

Changing leaves. Beauty flees, but even bare branches are pretty.

Thank you to The Byrds for this comforting song. Good night.

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!

TCOY

1. Private Benjamin with H. We are doing our best.
2. Walked Puff around block.
3. Walked a while to meet H. and Fig in NYC. Heels too high and toebox too pointy, regrettably.
4. Ate some broccoli.