Leaves twist and curl, flip their skirts in the breeze and tease with silver undersides. Photo-synthesis slows and autumn’s chill changes green to gold. The season is edging away from what was, to what will be, tugging me with it.
Time slides into space, today melding into tomorrow, and I sort and decide: what belongs in which pile? Sandals and boots, stories and dreams. I yield to the slipping away with its unexpected abbreviations. Some things change while others never do. Shall I return to the familiar or venture into the new? Indecision buzzes with the view of changing options in life and writing while decision is wrapped in a cocoon of translucent fear, waiting to be released. Waiting for what?
Indulging myself in a five-minute free writing challenge on the topic of ‘change’. If you’d like to join me, post the results of your five minutes on your blog and let me know in the comment section. I’d love to hear what ‘change’ means to you.
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”