Weather windows have started feeling personal

I've read the forecast a hundred times without feeling a thing about it. Lately I catch myself treating a cold front like it's something I owe an apology to. Weird how a trusted silence can start to feel like it's watching you back. Maybe that's just the season talking, or maybe I've spent too many mornings on the same mountain. Either way, the wind doesn't care, and that's the one thing I still trust.