Yesterday, we got stuck in the mud.
Sank down bad and deep, each effort to move securing us more stiffly in one spot.
Emotions rose, tires sank.
And then, with a simple twist of the wrist, the differentials were locked and the truck climbed out
effortlessly
as if there’d never been a problem to ponder.
Differential. Difference.
One small shift and entire situations can invert.
Change is not the monster we’ve been sold.
