Wondering...

I pulled up to the mailbox at my old townhome to check it one last time, and something immediately caught my eye.

The tree across from where i used to live was withering. It's leaves, now a reddish brown, were mostly on the ground below. It had succumbed to its life's process so that a new season could emerge.

The changes aren't so obvious with human life.

People constantly throw around the "I've changed" designation when they want something they've had before. But we all know an aesthetic change is the only obvious one to recognize.

Maybe it's a trust thing. But I don't trust many people as far as I can throw them. It comes with the job, I guess.

With the tree, it shed its leaves, a sign that new things were in store.

With some people, I just don't know.