Nature is angry.

Understandably so.

She’s tired of being shit on.

Literally and figuratively.

And her anger is turning to action.

As often it does with scorned, smart, strong women.

We act.

And I mean…act.

We pretend we are just angry.

We pretend we are righteous in our anger.

We pretend to be motivated, capitulated even by it.

But that’s not the pretend part.

The pretend part

The act

Is that we are not hurt.

That we are not wounded.

That we are not mortified

Or disappointed

Or simply

Broken-hearted.

And thus, the act becomes the act.

And the anger is quelled.

For a time being…