Looking west in Central Park
I spend a lot of time wishing for change.
Change in both the little things (like weather) and bigger things (like heart-ache).
Sometimes it's a short wait for that change I want. Springtime weather is fickle, for instance; slosh through a few days of rain and you'll arrive at a few days of sun.
But other changes make me wait...and wait...and wait.
Sometimes I wonder if God isn't tired yet of hearing me ask, "How long, oh Lord, how long?" (I ask him that every day. Several times a day. If he's tired of it, he hasn't told me, so I guess I'll keep asking.)
That kind of waiting can wear on a girl. It's been wearing on this girl, anyways.
If I stay inside my head, sometimes change begins to seem incomprehensible. I can't hardly imagine another reality than my present situation.
But if I look around me, around this town, I see change everywhere. There is movement. There are comings and goings. There are make-overs and renovations. Trash becomes art. An empty lot becomes a garden.
Maybe this city's constant flux is a reminder for me that change happens.
Or maybe it's my consolation prize. I may keep waiting for certain changes, but other changes are happening all around me, mine to discover. Right outside my front door.1
Either way, I appreciate this city for its ever-changing nature, its surprises, its secrets, its possibilities.
Just wanted to remind myself of that today.
Actually, GothamGirl reminded me of it first, when she wrote on her blog:
"You can walk the exact same street every day and see something different.
Every minute, every hour, every day is a movie scene."
It's true. And it's awesome. New York, je t'aime.
1 Literally. My super is renovating our lobby. Dust and dirt everywhere. A story for another time...