March 31, 2017 by Petrea
Nothing But Changes
Outside, the wind fluffs up the trees and sets off the occasional car alarm. Inside, the dishwasher hums and shushes. Wilma licks herself with slurpy abandon. When it’s stormy outside and I’m safe indoors, I get nostalgic.
Do you remember your first ride on an airplane, or how excited you were to get your driver’s license, or the terrified/thrilled feeling when you first moved away from home? Big moments, big changes—not to mention choices—brought us each to where we are now. And I feel like I’ve made it, I could stay here, cuddled in my blanket in the warm light of the lamp.
But I can’t. I haven’t made it. We have to move on, there’s no choice. Life is nothing but changes.
Remember the old days, when things stayed the same? Me neither.
But I do remember other windy nights, and even a different dog who licked himself with slurpy abandon. There’s that nostalgia again.
What do storms conjure for you?