The river teaches you what you can carry. Not what you want to, but what you actually can, when the water's high. The forest floor shows you the same. How much deadfall you can walk over before you lose your footing, before you're just sinking into rot. What you thought was solid gives way. The wind reveals what's truly anchored. Everything else becomes a kite, dancing until the string snaps. The garden shows you what will grow, despite your best laid plans. It ignores the labels and blooms wildly in unexpected corners; a constant, beautiful rebellion.