Instantaneous Instantiation

Spotting the lightning-struck old tree, it occurred to me how this instance of life I've had could have completely shifted in an instant. It might still so shift. Seeing beyond its charred remains, the overcast sky hinted of rainfall to come later in the day, which it did. Already green land greens up more–soothing sight for eyes weary of winter's drab grays and browns.

So no matter what instantaneous shifts might come, life is always good to be instantiated in.