As Per

An immense hangover passes through my insides. It shakes the cogs into new spaces, makes the machine work at other angles. Once the fog clears, how easy it all seems.

I know it's the darkness of fall. I know it's the usual wave of my two-year turnovers that make the pieces fall so easily into place. The temptation of something New.

But if what you're doing isn't working,

What's the harm in trying something Else?