Days 78-84: Transition

Sometimes, in nature and in life, transition happens too quickly for my liking. Good things come to an end too fast. Abruptly. Without my approval.

It leaves me spinning, trying to keep in place what I've established...what I think I control.

I always lose. As do, each year, the aspens, the cottonwoods and all the trees whose leaves fall to yearly doom.

And yet, their defeat is something magical to see. The demise of what was into something that isn't anymore...is glorious, so much so that we marvel at the change as it happens...revel in the death of what was.