To everything there is a season

In the past week, I've spent a few evenings on a four-mile run watching the sun set.
The end of the day.

I've been noticing signs of fall, including the mums about to bloom in our front garden.
The beginning of the season.

I have different people I love in my life who just found out they're pregnant, are about to have a baby, are celebrating a new marriage, are about to buy their first house.
The start of a new era.

And several talented people I respect are at a crossroads in their careers.
Time for a professional change.

Maybe Semisonic said it best:
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.