there goes the end of the anticipation- and oh, what a beautiful letdown, like falling light and leaves. for all it could have been, it strayed from no mandated course, but... ...it never broke the surface, though the sun was just behind the waterÕs skin, just beyond a fingertipÕs brush. but maybe thereÕs a breath of wind left to blow, perhaps there are sails yet to fill and horizons still to be crossed.