The Life of a Writer

I spent a lot of time cleaning out a closet today, and putting up some current pictures to replace old ones.  This is simple enough, but being of a contemplative and pensive turn of mind, I immediately found great meaning and significance in these small chores.  I was cleaning the closet to make room for the newest member of our family . . . well, not for him, but for his stuff.  I replaced an old photo of a close group of friends of mine (it was about 20 years old) with a photo of our son.  It was a very significant and meaningful little chore, with all sorts of feelings of "out with the old, in with the new."  I've never seen so close up how much life can change.  The old photo shows some dear friends who have since moved across the country, and also some friends who are still both near and dear to us.  Nearer and dearer to us now, though, is our son, and he is now the one in the frame.  Things were the same for a long time, but sometimes when change comes, it comes all at once.