Embrace

I'm searching for that, yeah.

Picture this. Exit the town store, step into the parking lot whose silence is smoothed over by the regular moans of satisfied car engines, look up, sunset. And your eyes cannot capture without moving your head to the left the entire panorama in front of you. To the left of the sunset pink with dashes of purple clouds and slight touches of yellow and orange, you see trees, a community bank, and a gray, satisfied, peaceful sunless sky, like the color of a harmonious Paris morning. (In Paris, there are no colors other than black and white, and people there only see gray.) And when you think about this, you think of how nice it is that in the end, these two are the same sky. The beautiful sunset and the normal setted-sun gray.

I love that picture in my head. Sometimes it's not the sunset that's as satisfying as the fact that you saw it and can relax in the harmony afterwards, when all other people see is gray. Unfortunately the mosquitoes force you to agree with them.

I clamor for independence. And also something unique that I like to work on and do. And a coach. There is no strict mathematical intersection for these things other than the empty set. I guess I can always have the empty set. Or just ditch the mathematical thinking that seems to pervade my attitudes. Is that my heart speaking like that? Mathematically? No, that's my brain...

Mathematically, that paragraph that I had fun (and trouble, don't get me wrong) writing up there wasn't the "complete picture." Or the right picture in your mind. The town store was Market Basket. The parking lot also had people talking and teenagers probably unable to drive competently. How can you ruin the sky, though? The sky is always as it is. That's at least one thing that us humans have difficulty obscuring. In any case, this isn't math.

This is me.