In a coming storm, there is little in the way of shelter,
In an angry sea, there is little to hold on to,
In the middle of an accident, nearly all will pelter
On a raging horse, do you know what to do?
The daunting expanse of unconquered land wants to make a fool out of you.
Do we then come together to see one another through? Continue reading “Loose floors and shining Eyes.”