All Things Change

All things change, but the exact point at which they do it can be both interesting and blurred.

I go out to watch the birds and slowly discover I am in awe of the trees they sit in.

I love sunsets, but as I linger over them, the moon rises and after a while I find myself coming just in time to see the moon.

It is probably more common than I think. Why else all the postman stories? The lonely young woman waits by the door everyday. Looking for the postman. Waiting for him to bring her letters from the beloved. Every day he brings the mail and they exchange brief hellos. Sometimes there is a letter and he knows it makes her day, so he beams as he hands it over. Other days there is nothing and he knows it leaves her sad, so he spends a few extra moments talking with her, trying to ease the disappointment. Until one day another postman shows up with the mail and she realizes that it was the postman himself she now waits for.

Isn't life intriguing?