On the afternoon I learned that my path would be changing, that a fresh opportunity had been set in front of me, I came home to find that a gust of wind had thrown back a loose casement window, slamming it against the house and blowing out two panes of glass, the remnants of which rained down to litter the garden and the walk and which took quite some time to pick up, shard by shard.
It's called balance.
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