The Attack
Cold, dark, alone: The way it should be. The way it has always been.
True solitude may only be found in moving back-and-forth between currents of slightly different temperatures, in a water that feels like home. A deep peace overwhelms me as the full moon illuminates the waves revealing schools of fish upon fish; more than I could ever name or number. I soak in the salt, breathing deeply, as I meditate on the serenity of Cape Cod at night.