I’m halfway through the first summer session at the university. I’m five weeks post-op. My passive range of motion is increasing beyond 90° in the overhead plane.
We pay so much attention to the things that occurred dramatically, all at once. We don’t pay enough attention to those things which occur incrementally. Yet the earth rolls toward and away from the sun each day; it circles the sun every year. The flower bursts forth in its own good time, still managing to create drama. The fruit ripens on vine or branch, and seeds grow in these secret places.