life is just a fluke, its slices ever-changing through the seasons, full of highs and lows and averages filling the most... excited by promises, approaching with confusion, it's time to ride on to the next stop and let it return at the right time or wrong, i mind not the least let it return as a forest growing without intervention walking the trails for the first time again gracefully, with respect, and a little tension. written 2026-07-03 published 2026-08-08