you get drilled down into who you are in the winter overcast cold dark fog and keep your head down to add to the world and build up with what stays together and the same so you can make sense and move forward though a structure can only stand still and so focused for so long before forced to change so might as well start to change it anyway by your own hot hand in the summer as a heat wave burns off the fog and lets out all that stayed locked down and into the sky letting go some that didn’t belong anyway and only spoiled by having stayed so long and pulling down other forces and stars from beyond the infinite sky and sun that mixes new moving pieces in the open blue cloudless warm until the clouds return and lock in what the summer has newly brought down and allows to focus like a pot of only certain ingredients from a whole grocery store and letting some identity and certainty be beautiful amidst a world of never-ending other interesting and beautiful moreness