February 14, 2026Missive

They say the sun

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They say the sun

Will play anywhere

Except where it won’t

Which is

The way it has always been

Whatever the scriptures say

Nothing happens

Overnight

Deterioration will

Be precipitated

I am

In turns

Sodden

With rain or

Drenched in sweat

It is as the philosophers say

A game of two halves

Nothing important happens

Without change

Nothing changes without loss

Of something or other

Perhaps it is true

We learn to deal

With it.

The more we experience

Loss

The more we appreciate

Love

Nothing is free of consequence

If it rains here

It is dry there.

It is a balance

Of fine degree

If only the winter

Would stay where it belongs

For the duration

And summer

Made an effort

To remain hereabouts

For a little while longer

Surely, it’s not too

Much to ask

The alchemist to

Recalibrate

The scales.