Sense It

I can feel it in the still, chill air
as it stings my hands
and makes it difficult to hold my pen. 
I can feel it, and it feels like change. 

I can hear it in the hustle and bustle 
of nattering, chattering conversations. 
Souls connect in communication. 
I can hear it, and it sounds like change. 

I can see it. Smiling swarms of souls
primitively pitching homes of fabric.
An idea, a movement, a spirit. 
I can see it, and it looks like change. 

Everything I can touch, see, hear, smell and taste.
It is all changed.