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Florida palms, Quebec maples. Miami hurricanes, Montreal blizzards. The same, yet all so different in the end. Palms aren't trees like maples, blizzards aren't as destructive as hurricanes. They can hope that they are as much as they can be and that it's good enough, but they couldn't ever be wanted as oaks or pinewood and they'll never be as pretty as a sunset on a nice warm day or a sunrise with someone you love next to you. They can try, but they'll never succeed, they have other uses. Palms are for shade and aesthetic, they pretend to be trees. Hurricanes are pure destruction when they're strong enough, but most of the time their tears flood the ground for a while. Maples can look lovely as furniture but they're better for their sap and syrup. Blizzards can ruin people's infrastructure like water pipes or heaters and drop a bit of snow and wind with it, but it all goes away after some time, just to be forgotten about.
Logan Sargeant, Lance Stroll. The first American since Alexander Rossi, the first American point-scorer since Mario Andretti, the one who caused his team more damage than other teams with both drivers combined. The only Canadian left since Nicholas Latifi took his leave, the second youngest podium sitter, point scorer, and driver as well as the youngest front row sitter when he achieved all those feats, yet he's only known for his negatives like his father; something that shouldn't be a negative.
One has never had success, one has had a handful of successes. Both are categorized as failures who should move to a different racing series.
Maybe Logan should've, he had success as a reserve driver in endurance racing. Maybe Lance should've, he did the Rolex 24 twice and did quite well. Maybe Logan will forever be remembered for Qatar, Australia, and Japan. Maybe Lance will always be remembered for Tuscany, Singapore, and China. Maybe they won't remember Logan’s Silverstone P11 or Austin P10 or Las Vegas qualifying and practice results. Maybe they won't remember Lance’s Baku, Italy, or Sakhir podium or Turkey pole position or São Paulo qualifying where he got P3.
Maybe they weren't worth remembering, maybe the bad truly always will overshadow the good. Maybe, in the future, they'll do better. Maybe they'll share a podium or they'll be teammates or they'll stop being scapegoats. Lance was used to it, however, Logan was not. Lance knew how to go about the media and his radio, he knew what he was doing now. Logan did not know how he wanted to respond, sticking heavy to PR.
Maybe Lance will help Logan or maybe Lance will be too cautious about making friends so he isn't betrayed or hurt again. Maybe Logan will ask for advice from Lance or maybe he'll be too shy to step out of his comfort zone and talk to anyone but those he knows. They follow each other on social media that they don't use, that's as much assurance they give to each other. Maybe that's why instead of talking, they show each other the rest of their attention in bed, Lance delicately holding Logan as if the man was porcelain and was to break any second, Logan holding onto Lance as if he were a stranger who'd leave as fast as he could.
To Lance, Logan’s palms and hurricanes were falsely portrayed. The palms provide shade and some are strong enough to resist even cannon fire. The hurricanes don't mean to be angry or hurtful, they are just doing as they were taught by Mother Nature, carefully carrying out her tasks as much as they understood, even if it's too much, they don't understand what they're doing wrong.
To Logan, Lance’s maples and blizzards are beautiful and overlooked. The maples have a wonderful colored bark and are stronger than the more common oak; they're more than just the sugary delicacy that everyone knows about, they're more. The blizzards just want to bring snow, but they caught the wind on their path and forgot to put him back down; blizzards are just trying to make it beautiful for the children and the photographers, they didn't mean to bring the wind.
To each other, they are given more negativity than they can handle, seeking refuge in each other’s arms and tangling themselves against the other’s naked body. They savor each other, showing the other man that they see them, they see who they truly are. To each other, they are just enough yet they could always be more, that's why they seek each other out so often.
To everyone else, they are just losers who can't cope correctly and it causes them to be blind to the other’s problems. To everyone else, they are destructive and hurtful, unable to love or care about themselves and anyone who isn't a storm with them.
They're a beautiful snowstorm mixed with lightning which illuminates the snow, creating beautiful visuals for only their eyes only. They're a palm tree providing coconuts and a maple tree providing maple syrup for all the different types of delicacies, even combining themselves at times. A bitter yet delicious mix, a beautiful yet judged pair. The wind may blow harshly, but it'll always calm down after time.