The one with the honest dream. Loving every part of your weird, confusing, oddly childlike whimsy and happy hearted stone-face. The child in me is tickled by the kid in you. Gave into the fish and they are not the best bed fellows. Should’ve stepped back and up, trusted the fisherman could find his way back in a storm. The wind has a tendency to blow you off course, into a direction you never planned and push you beyond the boundaries. It can also cause you to get lost completely with every forceful gust. Off course, directionless, blinded by uncertainty, just hang on, trust the journey round, trust the strength in the winds of change in the storm, simply brace. It’s all you need to do.