tugging at the leash of reality
Back to wind and rain; ironic, since only yesterday I gloated publicly about my return home being connected to the return of the golden sunshine and the silvery moonlight. Humility is a pain.
Someday I would like to stand proudly for a minute or two before being brought up short by the reality that in the greater scheme of things, I really don’t matter a bit.
Of course, nobody else matters on that scale either so I shouldn’t take it personally, but my nascent hubritic tendencies compel me to wish for global and even cosmic influence.
How futile is that?
