Changing

Spring is the season of changing. It starts appearing not that different from winter and ends up appearing not that different from summer. And in between it just changes, every day it seems. 

Somehow it doesn’t surprise me that the Pond is the same way. After all, water is so flexible, it’s just about the poster child for changing. Yet, walking around the edge lately, I’ve felt a bit disappointed at what I saw. There was no architectural ice formations, no dramatically colored leaves to entertain the reflections of the trees. 

But as I’ve paid a bit more attention, I’ve noticed more of the subtle green reflections in the water, some gentle stirring from the interaction of water and wind to create delightful minor mysteries from leaves and trees. 

Each season has opened to me. Yes, it was there all along. I just had to slow down enough to look.