Things can change so quickly.
One second, I am staring out at a clear blue sky,
only to be greeted by snow covered rooftops, and frosted trees.
Only to be greeted by the scent of flowers, and the sun on my skin.
The world outside my window is a constant reminder that time has passed.
Day into night, then day again, and nightfall after.
Through rain or shine or sleet or snow.
It is a constant fluxuation, a reflection upon the self.
I am learning the lessons of the seasons while I grieve over my mistakes.
They will always be there--like the seasons as they change.
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