Time of Life

Time. There's a time for all manner of things. A time to let go, and a time to hold on with all you have.

Time for speaking and time for listening. Time to rise to new heights and time to lay low.

Time to reveal and time to conceal. Time for fighting and time for peace. Time for noise and time for silence.

Time for faith and time for science. Time for birth and time for death. Time to live and time to die.

Time for preparation and time for conservation. Time to sow and time to reap.

Time for the you and time for the old. Time for one and time for another.

Time for all things both great and small, in the air, the water, the earth, and yes even the fire.

A time for hunting and a time for abstinence.

The time… was now. Life was in abundance and vigor, and the heat was high. And the arena was a new and untested ground. It would be the first of potentially many hunts.

All one had to do was look and see. There was life… everywhere.

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Spring was the time of planting and new growth. Summer was the time of high heat, sunshine, and activity when life waxed strong and restless. Fall was when all began to slow down and prepare for a time of holding still and enduring. Winter was when all things rested and existed in silence, yet life still stirred subtly in the quiet.

The current time was 1719 and the season of the sun was upon that which would be called the Great Plains. It was Summer… and the unknown was fast approaching the unsuspecting.