Shrug

Already decided what kind of person to be, long ago while hiking the side of a mountain.  If nothing else, if alone or not, a levity of humor, the satirical opposite of cynicism.  Giving or taking, turn to the irony, the absurd, the unimagined.  It's not funny, either, and can be tragic, depressing, and defeated.  The give-ups are easy, towels thrown, live out the afternoons in complaint, the nights in regret, and the mornings in worry.

Health is at stake.

Give it to the pine trees, they are literally calling for it, the wind makes them talk.  Nature is connected in ways we are not.  Her citizens work together without question, ever evolving, ever surviving, ever thriving.  We are not of it, the shrug she makes as we quake, drown, and burn.