A cousin I was close to in childhood passed away this week. I’m sad to have lost touch, but glad to know he isn’t suffering any longer.
And, so, nature continues her cycles of instruction, not so gentle reminders of impermanence.
Life is transient, here and gone, like a snowfall, an icicle, a fragile bird nest, a leaf in the sun, like these brilliantly chilly days of winter. . .
More verbal images: “temporariness, transitoriness, impermanence, brevity, briefness, shortness, ephemerality, short-livedness, momentariness, mutability, instability, volatility, evanescence.”