We’re in such a hurry.
We want answers now. Or at least the promise of a solution by tomorrow.
Yet, the seasons are not in a rush.
They ebb and flow with a gravitational pull beyond our making.
And what’s our contribution?
It’s hard for us to look deep enough to see how separate we have become.
Shielded, at least for a time, with an artificial cloak that doesn’t cover our nakedness.
Woven from busyness and a belief that we can have it all.
But we were never meant to. That’s not how relationships work.
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Have you noticed just how low the water levels are in the lake?