sometimes the need for change becomes so great that it can't be just a little thing. Not just a matter of a new thing.

no sometimes.

It means loosing everything. Letting every thing fall away. Sometimes it means relocating in an instant, knowing that some of the things won't be able to keep up.

I hope you like it so far.

Change is a little pile of coins I keep on my mantel to remind me of my wealth. Change is a transition in a song from one feeling to the next. Change is moving from adolescence into womanhood and from womanhood to menopause. Change is a CD player with five slots on random. Change is stepping out of an image of yourself and into the reality demanded by the moment, that is always changing.

Change, the sound of the word has a jingle to it. Wouldn't you say? A metallic musicality akin to a rake ringing through stones. It says "brrrrrring."

It says Brrrring on the changes.

I hope you like it so far.

Change gradually develops and then suddenly appears. Sometimes.