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.