movement

i am ever-changing.  the changes are not often clear cut, though i find myself wishing for the ease of this.  i see my old merging into new, feel myself rough and smooth all-at-once, find my learning never ending.  i watch and feel the old bleed new, taking over the surface.  and i see my lesson in everything.

image: taken on a pup-walk... a retaining wall, rust running, touched by morning sunlight.