I was thinking about how everything has subtly changed during the last year and the way things have become replaced and renewed and revealed as actually being always there, waiting for their time to attach themselves to a tender side of your memory.

Over the course of a few months, I have lost people, convictions, and weight. During that same time, as though to balance it all out, I met new people and fell in love with myself and with new dreams to share with the ones I care about. The broad strokes of these winds of change feel oneiric, raw, blissful and terrifying. Sudden glimpses of the future, linked with small and big decisions of my past, make me think once in a while, “I wouldn’t change a thing. I would do it all the same again and again”.

And it is in such strange spirits that I face a fragile dream of transformation, blooming in the dew of heavy rain and cryptic winds, siren calls and tender vows of loyalty. Who is to say anything I care about now will stay put while my life changes? Who is to say I won’t become something else myself?