It's always about the weather?

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It's already 7:32.  Last time I checked it was 30 outside.  Not... as cold as it has gotten.  If not warm.  Freezing, for a fact.  And cold enough to have frozen things fairly well, left to that tender chill.  Yes, cold, really.  Nearing bedtime.  Why was I awake so late?  Then again, I didn't wake up until rather late.

I espied a vid that... called me closer.  A response?  It almost looks like it.  But how?  Not, obviously, from a woman in my dreams.  But... do women even still visit?  Anyone?  I... can't be certain.  If, one does, or several, I could see this being, from one of them, for reasons I don't completely get.

Well, a feather in the hat reason.  Of course.  Or, just a sadness.  For women's part, in things?  Or... mens'?  Do women feel sorry for men who don't catch something they perceive as simple, or missing potential love?  Or for things not working out, for whoever, whatever the cause?

When everything is clarified, and pointed out, it might seem easy to look at the past, or a dream, and it just click.  But in the moment?  It isn't like that.  There are so many other things happening, going on.  Other people, voices, doubts, hungers, and certainty that hunger isn't enough... nor should it be.  It's... never so simple as hindsight.  Though... even then... women just think differently.  Besides, women don't deal with rejection nearly as well as men.  That's... most of our lives, even if we are successful in this area, one way or another.  Just... a bit of defense.

Yes, I... think it is a response.  A somehow, oddly, strangely, pleasant one?

Goodnight.