Summer Wind

As I stepped out onto the porch in the late evening hours, I took a long breath and let the sweet smell of the summer air pamper my senses. It had just rained, and the air felt fresh and calm, the breeze warm, and as it tugged at my sleeves I was whisked away to another time, lost in my thoughts for a brief refreshing moment. On any other day I might sit out on the porch and enjoy the sensation of renewal the rain washed over me, but today was not any other day. Today I had things to clean, to put together, to prepare. Today was a day for watching an old house become new- in its own right of course- and seeing a transformation long-awaited, and yet somehow feared.

It's funny, even the beat of our own hearts can change so quickly, and yet sometimes it happens so subtly that the change has come and passed before even we ourselves have any cognition of its arrival. Like the warm summer breeze and it can fly us away to something new and unexpected, then leave us thinking we had never moved, never changed.

But when a change of mind becomes a change of heart, and a change of heart becomes a motive for curiosity, it seems almost a question of logic to wonder whether the change was to our benefit. If change can be a powerful force for both, how can we tell which it will be, what the outcome will be?

If change is like the wind, and wind is everchanging, then perhaps it is in our better interests to stop wondering and start accepting, stop questioning and start acknowledging. Perhaps it is only when we accept the change that we can truly begin to understand it.