When I was a child the world seemed to be set and complete but as I’ve grown older I’ve noticed that everything is in a constant state of flux.
Nothing is set or finished. City skylines always have cranes in them. Something is always being built, or renovated while other things are being torn down. Countries fragment while empires grown. Back and forth the boundaries between nature and the man made ebb and flow.
When I was in Certaldo in Italy I was struck with how many changes some of the buildings had gone through. The large original arch in the picture above was made in the 12th century and over the years; the wall with the arch has been modified to suit the changing needs of the owners of the building.
All these changes remind me of how we are all subject to change.
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth’s sweet-scented manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!