I'll pick up an apple off the ground; with time I can turn it into vinegar. Sweetly smelling and pungent, sugars broken down—ready to aid my daily life, but there are some things it won't be able to fix. Though the process of making something new, waiting for the fermentation to finish, patience through the journey to take care of something that I will bottle with my own hands, is enough to make it seem like everything is where it needs to be. Control is something I gain—simply by picking up an apple before the worms get to it first.