Spring. Change. It gets me every time. The beauty, the fleeting nature of the cherry trees. The knowledge that they are so much like real life. Fleeting. Mist. Vapour. Beautiful.
We are in the midst of unspeakable change in our lives. Change that is inevitable and bearing down on us quickly. Change that we cannot foresee or know the outcome of. We are waiting. Remembering that this shift, too, is fleeting. A moment.
A friend said today that he was "spilling over his edges." I do that everyday day. Tears. Fears. Fullness each time I look at Sky.
Spring and Fall alike bring into my view all that I have lived through so far and all that I live with and without now. People, places and faces. Moments, good and bad gone by. Transitions make me look back. And looking back brings such great bittersweetness.
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