To watch something one barely understands is like swimming in the ocean with nowhere to plant your feet. It’s frighteningly peaceful. The music and the lap of water fuse together in an orchestra of beauty and understanding. If the ocean can make you feel weightless; maybe you are. On the moon, on another galaxy your body is a feather in the wind. It is at the tides service. Throw it, roll it, drown it, whatever pleases the wave. In the end though. Feathers fall and wilt. They sink to the bottom where the sea can swallow it whole. Here, finally, it is still.