The winds of change blow like spirits in time, they move from one front to the next. Always moving, and never at a halt, like the winds of weather as they move from one group of spinning clouds to the next. They can bring with them the icy chill of winter, or the pleasant warmth of a moist summer's night.
What is comforting to some is an irritant to others, what raises goose bumps on one, another finds warm, but the winds of change bring about change, and they change perpetually. The weather is like time, as it rolls through your area, then leaving to give way to the next change. Seasons come and go, they change continually with time as do we. It is a progression, that ever forward marching of time, that we all, and everything that is, is caught up in it. The winds of change don't know where they are from, nor do they know where they are going, they just do time's bidding.
All that is eternal foments in and onto itself, it froths at the edges of whatever era it has come to know. What is a life if it is limited to our point of reference, isn't it like the dead leaves that blow about on a cold winter day?
Time is eternal, life is eternal, God is time, God is eternal, God is God!
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