I was dreaming.
Of sweet little birds and butterflies. Of flowers blossoming and blooming. Of endless fields and pastures all dotted in yellow.
I was imagining. Different. Same. That. And this.
What happens when the color fades? What will I remember of its remains?
I listened to the trees and their leaves. I watched the light and its shadow. I felt the warmth of the earth. The clouds drifted. Out and in and in and out. Shielding the sun from view.
If I had just one wish...what would it be?
And - just like that - I was reminded again of one of life's most important lessons. A precious gift.
We let go to grow.
All things do change.