Sometimes the strongest winds make the smallest waves...

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon...

Today is not an outdoors day.

Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow, Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray...

“Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, 

To have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?”

(Matthew Arnold)

There is a storm coming...

We must not be afraid.  

...there are constants even in the midst of mayhem.

There are dolphins to the starboard bow...

All lost things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I...

For every sailed ship there is a missed boat...

Nature is a painter...

Ducks can soar...

...its nice to know.

To always, always get up early...

...like the birds.