There is a time and a purpose for everything under Heaven.  A time for quiet and rest, and a time for sleeplessness and chaos; there is a time for constant correction, and I know it seems it will never end, but the time will come to an end; today is the time for training, but there will come a tomorrow when we release them who have been trained... and watch, trust, and celebrate.  But this is not that season.

I am not there yet.  Even as I write, thinking my little shadow from this afternoon is fast asleep, I hear him crying out.  This post must be short.  There may be another season when my posts are longer and more consistent, but not today, not tonight.  Maybe when my shadow is grown — and the setting sun on this season elongates his frame and increases his stature. 

Goodnight.

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under the heavens:

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

(Ecclesiastes 3:1--8 )