I'm calmer now, the storm has left the shore and drifted out into an ocean where I'm sure to rencounter it on a day during which I've opted for an afternoon on the sailboat. But for now, the clouds have returned to their soft cotton-candy state and the soft trickle of a lazy river persists somewhere in the back of my mind.
I find myself completely fascinated by the ebb and flow of human emotion, human ideologies, and the human condition as a whole. I adapt to change quickly - like a brain-washed salmon being told he is now to swim downstream or a bird that decided her feet were far more useful than her wings. And yet, I'm continuously adjusting and readjusting to the notion that everything in life is as certain as a Tibetan sand painting or a child's etch-a-sketch love letter but somehow consistent and concrete upon its passing.