A man holds an orange leaf aloft and says to himself “the leaves… it’s time.”
He wraps himself in a thick blanket.
A spider carries a steaming hot drink to him, before joining him in relaxation.
A man holds an orange leaf aloft and says to himself “the leaves… it’s time.”
He wraps himself in a thick blanket.
A spider carries a steaming hot drink to him, before joining him in relaxation.
That’s coping IMO. It makes sense since the deed is done and we can’t do anything about it. It makes sense to stop before the next tipping point is in the rearview mirror, too.