Together we can arrive at acceptance. As you nod toward the moon, I might nod toward the clock. But this time, I won’t scoff at the audible tick and tock. Instead, I’ll take comfort in the slow progression of our becoming. I’ll outlast the instantaneous flood of regret. I’ll devour the total length of a day, where I get to see and hear and touch. Take a moment to trace the texture of the carpet beneath your toes. How it twists and turns like waves.