Fear Not of Change

I watch the sun spread its warmth, purifying the waters once solidified to the filth that reminds. A world almost forgotten as though the chills of yesterday forced our minds to know no better than ice and snow, fogged breaths and heavy jackets. It is within pictures and poems that we are told of such happiness as Spring and Summer and yet we hesitate to unzip our coats. A whisper of frost echoes down our spine forcing us to pull our mitts on a bit tighter. And then the mud and rain come and we yearn for what we’d dreamt of leaving behind many times; the soft layer of snow that muffled the hectic noises of reality, smoothing the roughest of edges and the ice that freed us from the drag of friction. Indeed, we live in a world defined by change.

Around me I witness individuals affected by these changes; some for the better and some far from it. Marvelous how the many parties involved in the shift of fate feel it in different ways and I say, “Don’t get too comfortable in your tears or joy for change will come again and before you know it Winter is back. So embrace what is, no matter the path.”