Changing Times

living in temperate regions reminds you so much more vividly that time waits for no man. the scenery changes everyday; the sun rises and sets at different hours evereyday. the surroundings evokes a sense of urgency to live in the present; wait and tomorrow will be a different setting altogether. it is unlike back home where the obvious sign of time flying past is the hype of christmas and new year celebrations.

changing times:
first it was the daffodils


then the cherry blossoms


then the tulips which burst from the earth overnight


but even the most colorful is fading, replaced by the energetic green of new leaves.

when autumn comes, the first impression of camb repeats itself...
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term has started, though lectures start only on thurs. people are already occupied with meetings with various people, and some are having collections.

i am overwhelmed with this sense of ambiguity again. the same feeling when lent term was about to begin last january. a mixture of fear of losing the contentment of the familiar and the dread of moving into the unknown sphere of work, demands, and- some times the worst of all, expectations.

it's such a paradox that when camb is bustling with students again, i am feeling this quiet sense of loneliness...

i know i am not into what lies ahead alone. the Lord has blessed me with good friends and He has promised His presence and strength. but sometimes i just want assurance. firm assurance.