left missing.

touch down and i am returned into the world in which i have made good friends and good work. the transition is always a little rocky as i feel spun into the newness of resuming old endeavors. there is some fear too. my watery self is not quite sure where all the oceans of emotions are on the map, she just knows that they are there to fall into. once when i was swimming in the harbor i panicked and lost my paced breath as i started to imagine all the things that were swimming and twirling around under me. there was no 20,000 leagues under the sea but it sure does feel like it.