Change can happen in a moment. A mere moment.
A song on the radio, full of nostalgia and a great beat, can pull you from the grumpies.
You can meet someone for the first time, and know in an instant that they’re going to be significant.
A bonus, or pay increase, discovered on a paycheck can suddenly lift a hovering financial stress.
Death, a last breath. That is changing.
Words expressed—and misinterpreted—in a matter of seconds can wound, confuse, strain a relationship.
A smile at (or from) a stranger can spin a mood.
I don’t have deep or extensive thoughts this morning, this is it. Just thinking on change, small change. Which can turn out to be so big, if you’re paying attention.