March 14

Thinking more of cycles and seasons and timelines today, perhaps because we are in the midst of a change here from the winter that was to the spring that will be. The flitty bug that marked the change in one sense two days ago is long gone by now. Its short cycle is marked only within the day or two in which it lives. The comet is leaving our area, outward I suppose on its long journey to the reaches of the solar system, whereupon it will cycle its return Earthward again. I won’t be here when it arrives next, many years from now, lifetimes for me, but just a blink in the eye in the cosmic sense.

Our lives are measured by cycles, days that turn into months, seasons that become years. Spring affords us a sense of beginnings and of possibilities, where we see the progression of cycles on so many scales, played out in the span of days and weeks. Yesterday’s insect has gone to egg, maybe hatching anew in due time, and the spring comet will return again many springs from now.