If I have learned one thing–one immutable truth–it’s that life imitates the sea. At once peaceful, the oceans rise up, often without warning, sending us violently towards the rocks. The power ferocious and overwhelming, the sea taunts us… succumb. Some do. The seduction too great, seeking peace in the serenity just below the surface. But for the few who endure and thrash about, it is discovered that no storm lasts forever. As quickly as a gust becomes a gale, the wind dies and the waves with it. For how long we know not. We are simply left with the knowing that to survive the squall is enough. And in the lulls between, bobbing about, lies a certain discontent; beckoning us to turn our heads away from the safety of the shore and once again past the breakers, towards the horizon, where we scan for the hint of just a few ripples.