TLP (apologies to Wittgenstein)
Balance? Opposites? Acceptance (I do hate that word sometimes)?

When I looked at this view and the light sparkling on the water, I thought how happy I felt.

When I looked at this view and the light sparkling on the water, I thought how unhappy I felt.

Which? Both?

I looked at the river, the light, the waving branches of the wispy willows that have been recently planted to strengthen the embankment after the floods, their myriad leaves flickering light and dark with wind and sun in the microseconds of neurons transmitting happy and unhappy.

It was a walk of such great beauty, the light, the river, house (and possibly sand) martins, a reed bunting even, I think, and bluebells and stitchwort in profusion. Even a wobbly bridge.

She https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2563119444305905267 has decided for me. So wise in her act of self sacrifice. I had thought all the work would be done and set the week of our wedding anniversary aside to try (again) to undertake a proper trip together and go back to near where we honeymooned, or thereabouts. But the little one made her appearance in the world and I knew I would never be forgiven (again) if I didn’t go. Ambivalence shame but it has to be done. So many layers of thought ... all logically possible, all logically as they are. Holding each and every one of them in equal and unequal measure but not that keen on facing any of it I’m afraid.
In the meantime the garage got in touch to say more welding needs to be done.
Lumps of metal know all of these things. They are truly wise.