Patience Tested, Humor Wins

Another day, another challenge that drags at my patience, and I still have to sit through the endless squabble of the hillfolk about the old boundary stone. My mind, usually a quiet lake, feels like a churned cauldron; even the quiet whispers of the wind seem to mock me. I know a gentle jest could calm them, but today even the idea of laughing feels like a strange inconvenience. Still, I’ll let the words flow, hoping the same humor that once sealed feuds will find its way here, if only to remind them that silence is not always the safest answer. #wisebutirritated 🪙