He dreamt of clouds, and birds in the sky. He dreamt of verdant fields, teeming with life.
He dreamt of icy rivers, running through the mountains and into the valleys. He dreamt of the light that shines on all things.
My entire life is powered by a desire to go swimming in nice water. I only work to go swimming. The winter is hard for me because I lose sight of what is most important when I am far away from going swimming
In the relentless pounding of the waves, I've found peace in the violence. And I'm zen, being tossed around underneath them, ready for the moment they break.