Everything can change, between one moment and the next. Anything can cause the change, as long as it triggers something within your mind. It can be a snatch of song, floating from a car window that reminds you of an event from the past. It can be the way a leaf falls from a tree, looking just like a similar one that you saw a week before. It can be just a few words of a conversation that two people walking by your are having.
Everything can change, between one moment and the next. The sky, that looked so blue and wonderful can turn into a scorching, painful color. The breeze, that felt so pleasant and cool and sweet, can now make your hands feel like ice. Your very insides, which felt so balanced and serene, can turn into a flurry of angry bees, buzzing and stinging and making your muscles clench.
Everything can change, between one moment and the next. It’s impossible to shut out those day-to-day coincidences that meet our eyes and ears and remind us of things. So, we accept the fact that everything can change. We accept the fact that our emotions are irrational, strange things. We accept, and we live with it.
Everything can change between one moment and the next. Sometimes, things change for the worse. But when things change for the better, in the space of a breath, it feels like a gift.
Slightly Ignorant 
I remember one time I was riding in a car with some friends and I heard the song “Long December” by the Counting Crows. For years it had meant nothing more than what was said at face value. But for some reason, when I heard it in the car, it changed. I could see it. I could feel it. It was like a whole new song.
*applauding* I just love this post.
‘Everything can change, between one moment and the next. The sky, that looked so blue and wonderful can turn into a scorching, painful color. The breeze, that felt so pleasant and cool and sweet, can now make your hands feel like ice.’ – have you ever been to melbourne (australia)
(?) this poem fits perfectly with out everyday weather đŸ™‚
Nice post, slightly. My kids say everything changes except old Dad, and he always seem to stay the same.
My MS is under review by several publishers. We are gonna get there, and I want to be sure you get a signed copy.
Dr. B
Beautiful!