Still at sea.
The fog has rolled in and obscured the sun.
Things sound strange, too far away or too close. Hear something
approaching from starboard and it bangs against the hull to port.
You get turned around.
You can’t gage your speed, and tend to go too fast
rather than too slowly.
What was hidden before remains hidden.
What you crave is the shallows, the fake safety of land,
but what you really need to do is make for the deep waters.
The place where you can find no bottom…