Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water.
Which…. when you consider it…. is a very bad thing.
Bad for the fish.  Maybe not so bad for the water.
But it happens.  The old… “fish out of water” thing.

It is always when I least expect it.  I’ll be swimming along just fine and dandy… at least I think so.  Just floating right along with the current.  Enjoy the plankton.  Heck… I even hang out with the squid.

And then, out of the clear deep blue sea…. or maybe it is the unclear deep blue SEE…..  I come up gasping for air.

I get that bug-eyed… fish lipped… face.  You know the one.

And without a rhyme or reason, I find myself churning against the current.  Fins and flippers a-flailing.

Just keep swimming.  Just keep swimming.

Oh the way of the fish.  Out of water.

But I ‘ll quit going on and on about it.

I mean… oh my cod.  You’ve probably haddock enough of this already.  The sheer scale of this has become unfathomable.  You are liable to cast me out.

So just remember… buoys and girls.   I did it for the halibut.   And even though I told the whole grouper this very personal thing about me…. I asking you not to tell a sole.

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” – Maya Angelou