May 7th, 2018 → 5:54 am @ // No Comments

“The seasons alter…
the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries.”  – A Midsummer Night’s Dream

The semester is ending, the weather is turning, neighbors are moving, colleagues are retiring, change is afoot.  I feel the need to grasp onto something steady, heavy, and strong.  As the rivulets of life rush past, cool, wet, and murky, I look into the waters and consider.  And sigh.  And then, as a yellow butterfly winks past, I slip off my shoes and step into the stream and enjoy.

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