Seasons

Although a month and a half still remains of my time in Zambia, I've paused to think, to fast forward to goodbyes I will inevitably have to give. 

What about the nature of new friendships and saying goodbye? 

They are like shifting winds, passing through; going away then coming back again in new form.  

They are like a book, with the chapters containing various characters arriving amid different checkpoints of the story.  Some depart; others stay. 

These people weave in and out of our life. Some remain longer than others. Some lift us up, some push us down, some confuse the heck out of us. But they all teach us and leave an eternal impact.