It is on days like today— when the warm and cool winds swirl about one another in a reluctant dance, each vying for authority in the shifting seasons, one destined to concede, the other certain to reign for months to come— that I am reminded of life’s stages. So often we seek to remain stationary in a chapter we find consoling or have perhaps convinced ourselves is the final of such periods. And so often we are shocked to find the inevitable transition difficult and unsettling. It is within us, I believe, this capacity to "welcome change," but so often we cannot let go of who we were for fear of who we might become. And memories, with their constant push and pull, and their unrelenting reminders of things both positive and negative, only serve to further confuse an already tiresome process. Much like the winds, our immediate desires and unavoidable paths slither about one another in an attempt to overtake the opposition. As true as the shifting seasons, we are destined to change; our lives never truly settling into a mode we might rely upon.

I'm just now learning to find comfort in uncertainty. For every bad day there is a good one, for every sad day there is a happy one, and for every lonely night there is a night amongst friends. It can be no other way, and for that I am grateful. :)