When the timing changes

Life moves on.  Like time and evolution and all things real, life has a rhythm of its own. 

One thing I have learned during my lifetime is to notice the harbingers of that movement.  There is a sense of timing that is the precursor to change.

In a symphony the conductor knows way ahead that the climax is coming, but it is his job to keep things steady until just the right time.

Life is a symphony of feelings.

When the timing changes, the words are spaced out differently.  Over striving cannot change the inevitable, but the tension is fair warning.

I guess that is why I like the oboe.  Made to play solos, it is strong for such a small instrument, it holds its own when everything around it falls away.  The terror that precedes these solos never goes away, at least not for me.

I don’t want to be the conductor.  I don’t want to instigate the change.  I just want to survive it.