Change without changing

It’s still cold outside. I’m still knitting. The orchid is still opening. I’m still fighting with my current story. And there’s still six guppies.

All these things are changing in small ways every moment, while fundamentally remaining the same. The cold intensifies and retreats, but it’s still cold. The old scarf grows shorter and the new scarf grows longer, but they’re still scarves. More orchid flowers open, but they’re still orchids. I tweak bits of the story, but it’s still the same story about the same bees. And there’s still six guppies.

I like watching these things change and not change, but there’s really nothing new to report. If I really wanted to stretch the metaphor I could say something about having a new president, but I’m still hoping that the metaphor  doesn’t apply. The big things are going to change. Which leaves me stuck with blathering about little things. Like guppies. I think those critters are up to something.