There are seasons in life, like seasons in sky, when little of sun or spirit show. The light is hidden, veiled, and though it exists unseen; one knows that it is there.
In such season, men go silent, distant, and in solitude and contemplations make restoration of the flame, unseen, behind guard of spirit-veil.
So it was when Ryan entered into late-life spring; when life and spirit should be burned and strained in fire sky of life-summer; sky and spirit changed. A veil was cast, softening, tempering, obfuscating summer clarities, rains and morning mists that returned world into uncommon season-green.
Quietly, he changed, as all are free and well to do behind sanctuary of the veil. Unseeing of the spirit, through veil, they felt a different warmth: a temperance, enduing of enrichment that recognized and encouraged others, too, to grow.
Every season and soul are different, awakened into fullness of life in their own time; and so was his in his late-life spring; spirit full-aglow—alive and felt and known and affecting, even when unseen—within temperance of cloud and veil.