After The Storms...

Change can be a beautiful thing.

After the storms, the calm.

After the darkest nights, the dawn.

After the cold, barren winter, the lush, vibrant spring.

Change... the great inevitable.

It's fascinating, how things can seemingly shift overnight, with no clear reason or cause.

Sometimes it's just timing.

And then, sometimes it's merely the tipping point of a bunch of other small shifts that have been underway for long periods of time... small developments taking place underneath the surface, all coming together and clicking into place like all the tiny gears in a clock as they all line up on the hour, as the stars and planets align into their corresponding positions above for the energy to be just right.

What goes up, must come down...

The ebbs and flows of life never cease.

Death and rebirth, the cycles complete to repeat.

After the clamour of war, the stillness & silence of peace.

Darkness, my old friend... I might just miss you a little, until we soon meet again...