I lost my left earbud in the river the other day.
It was still in the little case. I only had the right one in, doing handstands on this concrete pier, in between Zoom calls. The pile of stuff I'd unloaded from my pockets was stacked on top of my backpack and I knocked it all over, watched something shiny skip off the edge and into the water.
When I got back to my place, I put the right earbud back into the case and realized the left one was missing.
Not a big deal -- I found a replacement on Ebay.
It was so BRIGHT out. Kinda chilly. Not as cold as today.
How are your days this winter, anyway? A year ago, everything in town was frozen and the branches were snapping off the trees and a lot of people's power got knocked out. This year's different.
EVERY year's different, but that seems like a heavier thought now. I wonder about how things are different in ways that I'm not seeing.
It's too much, to worry that from day to day. But I think about it when I go down to the river, especially after it's been raining and the water's murky and the tree trunks and branches get swept along.
You can't really "go with the flow" 'cause you wonder where the flow is going. There are swirls and eddies. There's churn .
Currents are strong. Swimming against them is just tiring.
I dunno. I suppose I'm trying to keep a "dorm-room zen" about things. -- "Que sera, sera, Dude... <<cough, cough>>"
Anyway, wherever things are rushing toward, you stay afloat. You do what you can to help others keep their heads above water.
You're doing OK, right? I hope all's well.