The Times a Changin'
Today I drove through a road that I have driven past about a thousand times before. It was a homely kind of road, littered with tall trees and sun-blackened shacks on one side and semi-detached houses of various styles on the other. Cruising down the road often evokes in me a sense of peace and comfort, as blurs of familiar houses and proud trees breeze past.
Today, the reassuring silhouettes of the rag-tag huts are no more, and freshly cut stumps are the only remnants of the once-majestic trees that have stood guard along the trail for decades. The sky, once clothed with a mesh of leaves and branches now stands awkwardly exposed, covered only partly by strange new structures of steel and concrete.
Funny, how something that has existed for all your life can just be gone in a single instant. Even when it is only something as insignificant as the scenery on my way home, it still fills me with a weird, unsettling sense of emptiness.
Do you, too, sometimes feel that the world is perhaps moving a little tad too fast for your liking?
Today, the reassuring silhouettes of the rag-tag huts are no more, and freshly cut stumps are the only remnants of the once-majestic trees that have stood guard along the trail for decades. The sky, once clothed with a mesh of leaves and branches now stands awkwardly exposed, covered only partly by strange new structures of steel and concrete.
Funny, how something that has existed for all your life can just be gone in a single instant. Even when it is only something as insignificant as the scenery on my way home, it still fills me with a weird, unsettling sense of emptiness.
Do you, too, sometimes feel that the world is perhaps moving a little tad too fast for your liking?