I'm linking up to 5 Minute Fridays, a weekly writing prompt shared among all bloggers who participate. This week's theme is change. You can find out all about it here.
Change is that chill in the air first thing in the mornings now.
Change is in the pencils and glue sticks stacked high in the Target aisles.
Change is my belly that swells and now moves as this tiny girl finds her legs and arms.
Change is the three sentence words coming from my toddler's mouth. And the new power behind her tantrums.
Change is what can happen when I get off my high horse and sit down to that slice of humble pie.
Change is moving, sorting, finagling huge piles of tiny clothes as one grows up and another is on her way.
Change is clearance stickers on those Target school supplies.
Change is leaves on the ground, crispy, even though it's not quite time for them to turn color.
But that will change, too.
Because change is constant; it is the only thing that never changes, but is never the same. It is the rhythm of these days that fly by, the beat we hardly notice until it's passed. And all we feel are its old ripples.