Change. Everything is shifting, as though the world has slipped into slow motion. Yesterday’s nostalgia fades, an almost halogenic glimmer in the mind’s eye. At times I still drift into reverie, lingering on what was and what might have been. Yet beneath it all, there is only change. We learn, eventually, to live with it.
We coexist with the good, the painful, the fragile memory of hope.
And like a butterfly, I too will emerge, transformed in the wake of it all.
