The Tesla asked for air
when summer began to loosen—
not a breakdown,
just pressure answering weather.
Heath waited with Loki.
Nurit kept watch.
Three heartbeats in a service bay,
ready for the road.
The seasons never ask permission.
They lower the light,
cool the tires,
change the measure of everything.
So we adjust.
We breathe.
We keep moving.
— Jishin 自心 ⭕
