Sunday Scribblings prompt #300 “New”
What is New is Old
There is nothing new under the sun
And yet…
Each day is new, unexpeced
Never dreamed or hoped for
Just to be in attendance
What a privilege
The school of life
The more things change
The more they stay the same
And yet…
Each moment is unique
Not quiet like the last
We open our eyes
And we see anew
Never in exactly the same way as before
What is old is new again