This Too Shall Pass

It's another quiet evening after another autumn-like day. I hope summer makes a comeback and stays around for a while - I'm not ready for fall yet. The title? Nothing much, just a phrase which popped into my head right before I started typing this. Though come to think of it, I've been pondering things recently - remembering periods of worry or stress, periods of waiting for the answers and solutions to some (then) Big Questions and Uncertainties. Everything passed, everything was fine in the end and, looking back, seems so insignificant. Perspective. Perspective is everything, isn't it?

So this shall pass.

In one of the corners of my living room, perched on a box full of books, is a cardboard tube. It contains a number of posters which I never unpacked after the last move - because I'm only here for a short while and because this place simply isn't worth them. One with Australian Aboriginal art. A penguin poster, and a tiger poster. A reproduction of an old map of Upper Canada. And my old blue Contemplation poster, which I probably miss the most. I can't wait until this poster, and other dear things, grace the space of a place which I will hold equally dear. I know that will come. It will come... because sooner or later, the winds of upheaval quieten, the waves soften, because sunlight always follows a storm. Because things pass.