What is it about discovering the origin of words that I find so especially satisfying and especially pleasing when those origins lead me to a whole other system of signifiers?

I learned today that the words grief and gravity are related and both indicate heaviness. Why does this delight me so much? Climate is a word we think of as referring to an atmospheric system but in its origins refers to a place on the land, not just the temperament of the sky.

I have been sad this month, but the possibility of another system of meaning, another allowance, another life, another outcome, another origin…the fantasy of mutable time is the sound of a rain cloud waiting to touchdown as water in my throat.