It'll melt their minds.
Much of it feels very much the same, yet the air smells of nothing but change.
The identical lime green walls and thick white pillars will eventually give way to something lurking beneath their solid exteriors. Behind a tinted glass, inside looking out, we see separate incidents gradually come into motion, only to merge and snowball into The Big Event.
How long can something stay the same, or be the same?
A street performer miserably freezes for twenty long seconds. The delicate, sparkling dew drops on a yellow-petaled flower lasted for no more than a few hours. The bulbous moon humbly visits the dark skies for the next few nights. A lone cottage has been sitting prettily next to a babbling brook for a decade. The blue mountains in the distance have been there for as long as we can remember.
And no one knows yet what it is. Change might have been here, but the sameness of it all makes me giddy, and not in a good way. Every damn second, every stubborn tick of the clock, brings change, and change to change.
Resistance is futile.