I believe that transitions are made to make us uncomfortable so that we stop to acknowledge the passing of time.
I notice this in sharp focus right now, at this time of year - this transition from spring to summer, from the end of the school year to summer break. there is a change in the rhythm of our days, there is leaving behind what was and anticipating what is yet to come.
We are crossing a threshold here, these days, as we move from blue jeans to bathing suits, from packing lunches to lazy mornings, from homework and bedtime to the untethered freedom of the season.
It is bumpy. I feel every pothole on the road and I am jarred by each bump and each jerk until finally, I stop to look around and I am reminded of the passage of time.
These are the days.