But life. marches. on.
There's no such thing as autumn in South Africa and I miss it. Autumn is like nature's way of preparing us for winter. It makes the change from hot to cold such a beautifully slow transition that instead of bemoaning the sudden onset of cold weather you almost start to crave it.
Change ought to always be like that, slow and almost imperceptible like the seasons, so that at some point the change you once detested becomes the very thing you long for. But funnily enough the most significant changes in our life are rarely slow. Instead, they are usually thrown upon us by circumstance and the seemingly capricious will of God. It is only in the hindsight of spring and new beginnings that one looks back and sees in it all the loving hand of a good and perfect Father.
And that's where all this change has left me...wishing for an autumn that never was, and hoping for hindsight.