Constancy

I wonder if things change drastically over night or if I simply begin to perceive things drastically different? I suspect the latter is true, but either way, when the destination changes from the inside out, it is time to move.

I am looking forward to mountain landscapes and foggy mornings. I am ready to hear the sounds of family over my head once more. I need to become, once more, the mother, the grandmother, that I am.

Everything else will find its way. Constancy