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The window
was always a choice
I called a vantage point.
I told myself
I was studying the storm—
its pressure systems,
its particular shade of Gray,
the way it moved
like something with intention.
I was not studying the storm.
I was deciding
whether I deserved
to be rained on.
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The glass
has a temperature.
I know this
because I have been
pressing my hand against it
for longer than I've admitted
to anyone,
including the storm.
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There is a moment
before the door—
not the opening,
not the stepping through—
just the hand
on the handle
finally understanding
that wet
is not the same
as drowned.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:10 AM UTC
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The window
was always a choice
I called a vantage point.
I told myself
I was studying the storm—
its pressure systems,
its particular shade of Gray,
the way it moved
like something with intention.
I was not studying the storm.
I was deciding
whether I deserved
to be rained on.
-----------------------------------------------------
The glass
has a temperature.
I know this
because I have been
pressing my hand against it
for longer than I've admitted
to anyone,
including the storm.
-----------------------------------------------------
There is a moment
before the door—
not the opening,
not the stepping through—
just the hand
on the handle
finally understanding
that wet
is not the same
as drowned.
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Prediction Interval: high confidence.
Variance: the door.
Central tendency: the hand that already knows.
