Reconciliation in the Bay. (a short thought upon return)

  Is it just the season that makes every wall seem too high to leap?
   Has each test provided its lesson yet or is there more to come from all of this?

  The last two days have been a huge reminder for me (Daniel). Echos in a canyon seemingly with no end, come without warning to remind us of all the things we said. We hear the tumble come roaring back like a sleeping wave, ripping us from our comfortable niche on the coral.

      This is a time to both recall and to summon. In these strange winds you can do no more than breathe deeply, recognizing the bitter taste that bursts from tiny drops of polluted rain.
 A memory that repeats itself is no less painful than when it was first remembered.
  Our most creative experience, drowned by a loss of power, exceeds us.

  Will we reach forth and grab that last, dangling line cast out for us to follow or will we pass on in the tides, looking for more than a measly lure?

   What calm there can be in a body merely floating, swaying beneath an oil spill. What calmer things could come from deep?