Accepting the weather
I quite like that the old roads to some old relationships are collapsing. I quite like that I'm learning to accept the weather without mistaking it for the sky. I kick my feet, endeared by life. Accepting the weather allows it to change. Accepting others allows them the way they intend to go, whether they know their way consciously or not. Emptied, we have no need to know if this dream is real. The categories of real and false need a third and fourth: surreal, hyperreal.