I'm like a sailor looking for my home port today after a rough, stormy day on the ocean.
The seas had been calm, for the most part and I look out on the horizon and its steady and straight. Then at sunrise, I see some clouds in the distance and the sky takes on a pale pink tone. Before I know it, as the sun breaks over the swells, the sky has turned a deeper, reddish hue.
"Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning"
The long, slow swells change and a pattern that looks like a million butterflies covers the surface. It's a sign the wind is changing too. The ocean is choppy now and I'm feeling the squall approach.
All day long, I put the bow into the swells and try to find some flat water. Not today. It will be up and down, side to side and it will be all I can do to ride out the storm It hits its peak at 11:15 at night. I am exhausted from a day of being battered by my memories of loss.
I fall asleep, finally, and dream of better days.
The morning light brings blue skies, calm seas and a clear view of the horizon...steady and straight, again.