Cycles of Life
Today, the azaleas and hawthorne are beginning to bloom, and the evening air is a spicy bouquet, temperate and still. As I rode, I thought about the Zacarius video on transformation. I thought about Vivi, and Darla, Chester and Bear... and Cassie. I thought about the nurse at work who just today found out that she had passed her boards and become a registered nurse. I rode past a grove of magnificent cherry trees in full bloom, and recalled the cherry blossom season in Japan.
I have changed much since I left Atsugi Japan. Eighteen years have come and gone. Much has changed just since November. The days are getting longer, and soon I will again be riding to work in the morning light. It's often said that the only constant in life is change, but the rhythms of repeated cycles provides a pattern for the tapestry of our inexorable transformation.
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