does the wind shift

I'm not sure how but each day reminds me of New England summers. The measure of time barely there. The trees are flaming with autumn leaves before the memory of spring daffodiles has faded. Yet, each night you lie awake sweating to the cacophony of crickets and frogs and wonder if it will ever end. Time holds me prisoner one minute, and then in tears the next as the moment I so waited for slips away.

I have been noticing how within a short period of time I am excited, angry, compassinate, bored and a myrid of many other conflicting emotions. It takes my breath away the complexity that fills one moment let alone a whole day. I find myself filling so many roles that to write a resume would be impossible. At times I feel like the whole "Love Boat" crew wrapped into one. The captian, cruise director, doctor, bartender, purser, and Vickie the young girl thrown onto this big ship with nothing to do but say her lines and fall in love with the young boys.

There is a scene in the movie "American Beaurty" of a bag blowing in the wind. It dances. Rises and falls and circles before our eyes. Within this beauty, I see my life. Consistant change. It's hard to feel comfortable with the knowledge of change, but its beauty is all we have.

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