Sensing Change

I'm sensing change in the air. The morning fog weighs heavy on the breeze rustling through. There is something irrepressible about the wind, though, and my lips part in a relieved smile.
That change is coming is good to be aware and prepared. Discerning what change is coming is another matter altogether. I don't have a sense of that yet.
So with heightened senses I embark on my day, seeing the world through fresh eyes. But maybe it is not the world around me that has changed. Maybe it is I who am changing. How does one prepare for that?