it is a record year for readiness. we are told to brace for golden light, for fire-darting steeds. there will be a wonderful celebration. it will be thrown out there, or thrown for us, even, knowing we will be there, waiting and ready. and so we are ready, and we wait. we get comfortable, until we reveal it all: a reflection of ourselves, or people’s understanding of our difference. we are used to it—we have waited frequently, with no qualms and no regrets.
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hüzün and sevinç come together at a fork in the road. we pause and hesitate to commit. we feel torn between the two. autumn is upon us; leaves are falling, petals have dried, a cold wind seeps under an auspicious sun. we realise we do not have to choose, and we need not always wait.