Change is like a splash of cold water on my face first thing in the morning.
It only hits me
When I replace the bar of soap in the bathroom, even though it felt like just yesterday I opened a new pack.
When I pay this month's water bill, even though it felt like just yesterday I paid for April.
When I notice my hair cascades down my shoulders, even though it felt like just yesterday I chopped it all off.
When I feel the scorching heat on my skin, even though it felt like just yesterday a snowflake kissed my nose.
When my garden gifts me with gardenias as pearly white as the moon, even though it felt like just yesterday I sowed the seeds in the soil.
When I see a picture of us in my gallery and smile, even though it felt like just yesterday I was huddled by the front door with tears streaming down my face after you walked out.
It's hard to notice changes; but when you do, you'll see that you've grown just as much as your hair that now cascades down your shoulders and your pearly white gardenias in the garden.
~Via
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Magnolia
Poetry❝When you're in a dark place, you tend to think that you've been buried. Perhaps you've been planted. Bloom.❞
