Tumbleweed

As I sit here in the windowseat staring at the sparkling sun on the new-fallen
snow, I find myself reflecting on my life. I compare myself to the lonely
tumbleweed. It grows, dries, then snaps off to be carried by the will of the
wind until it stops....plants a new seed.....grows again.....repeating the
cycle over and over....secure only for a moment in time......no permanence.
It must always adapt.....new environments.....new stresses.....growing with the
changes.....always new.....never old, comfortable, familiar.