Look! There, on the ground! It's . . .
I've discovered that I have a super-power: I can talk myself out of anything, given enough time.
Since my last post, I've been mulling over my crush and its prospects, weighing what I want and what I imagine - or, perhaps, what I imagine I want and what I want to imagine - against what is possible and what is likely, and against what is responsible and what is good.
The more I think about it, the smaller and cooler the flame seems to become. This morning, it's all but extinguished.
What a relief!
I still have a lot of affection for the person in question, but I can hold it at arm's length, without any particular hope or expectation.
Of course, I'll have to pay attention to my response to her, the next time I see her. She may be the equivalent of kryptonite . . .
In the mean time, I'll enjoy the calm, the detachment, of a mossy stone.