When the heart is filled with love and gratitude, when life does not skimp on moments that are like dreams, then life picks for us the most beautiful fruits of fate.

Then how can spring not pass through the heart? And how can autumn not pass through the heart? When those we love grow distant, and names that once meant life to us fall from the sky of the heart, carrying with them in the folds of memory moments written down in rosewater.

How can a heart not go through winter? When you're alone and cold, people think you're empty, numb, and indifferent, while your heart was once full of life, companionship, and fun. You were let down so many times that you became overly sensitive to deepening any relationship.

How can a summer not pass by the heart while warmth surrounds us and God’s decrees surround us, so we calm down and become content?

Seasons pass through our hearts, shaping us, our moods, and the features of our relationships, changing the curve of our lips, sometimes being gentle with us, and other times devastating us.