After writing about change yesterday--even in mountains--i drove by a sheer rock face of a hillside, some of which had broken off and was now lying in a heap on the side of the road. The state highway department had dump trucks lined up to haul away the sloughed-off shiny schist.
Sometimes mountains change fast like this; sometimes change is simply a single drop of dripping water.
Brussels sprout seeds that i planted on Sunday's new moon popped up out of the dirt yesterday. Beautiful green change.