My fluids resonate with the bay’s fluids and the scent of brine cleans my blood. Three distances hold my view–near, the leafy glade; middle, the bracelet of blue water; and on the far horizon, a spiny sea monster of Outer Green Island–mix their visual melodies in my eyes’ understanding. I’m able to write this because I have finally calmed down. It has taken a month. A month of being aware and avoiding hoopla. It doesn’t just happen because of sea air.
Have to do the not doing in order to undo the overdoing. Yep! This is clearly my mantra.