Steady chilly rain of irritations, builds into pools of rage, a sea of tears. Paddling, that old canoe splinters through. Dreary, filthy floodwater, always needs bailing. I am sore with life, bruised, blood-stained, a sorry sight. I cry out to Gaea’s strength, brutal acceptance. My body aches to mend in healing bend and release, graceful hypnotic undulation, deep breaths of puissant sea air. Expanding horizon beckons.