Most of our readers know I am not one to make new year's resolutions. I believe you make your life one day at a time, one decision at a time. But the change of a calendar page is as good a starting point as any, whether it is to a new month or a new year. Season to season. Winter holds secrets it tells only to spring, passing along a ritual of unfolding that marvels the eye. Bare, dark trees to a bloom of leaves. Will it be a promise of apples? Sweet cherry blossoms? Or simply a nest for a grateful family of birds and a haven for squirrels. Like nature, so too the human spirit goes through its season of change, perhaps from the dark to the light. From broken to healing. New growth beyond its present hibernation. Life's mystery lying just beneath the cold and the hidden.