It snowed this past Saturday. For the record, I live in south central Wisconsin, so while not unheard of, April snowfall is a rarity. It did not remain for very long - most of it was melted away by the end of Sunday - but the fact that it happened is...unsettling, for lack of a better term. Technically, we've been in Spring for two weeks now, and yet Winter still persists, with cold weather and overcast skies.
It is the nature of things to change. Humans are no exception: we are born, we live, we grow, we age, we die. So it goes. And yet, we often try to resist change for one reason or another. Perhaps the new way is inconvenient, or perhaps we are simply too accustomed to the old way, nevermind that this new way will be easier and more productive.
I am almost thirty years of age. In that time, I have had a front-row seat to the rapid, sweeping changes of technology. I remember watching movies with a VCR, and listening to music on cassette tapes. I remember the mind-numbing slowness of a dial-up internet connection. For a long time (over ten years, if you can believe it!) I had a blocky, little one-piece cell phone. It wasn't even a flip phone - a flip phone would have been a step up from what I was using!
I can walk down the street, look around, and point to where various establishments USED to be. There, a gas station. Over there, a pizza parlor. And there, at the corner, once stood a church. All now gone, not victims of the COVID pandemic, but victims of the pandemic of time. (Well, technically only the gas station shut down - the other two relocated.)
There is a point when you reach an age that you say, "I'm not as young as I used to be." And it is true. You've seen enough, lived enough, to be aware of the world around you. And it is changing. Sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow, but always changing in one way or another.
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