Tonight the wind came like ocean waves birthed from some hidden mountain cove to crash upon our frosted windows, and in the darkness I imagined the ghost fish caught in the currents, the rudderless ships of thought and memory sailing those ethereal seas, and the echoes of love and loss left behind as the storm retreated. The start of the next four day weekend is bittersweet, full of the promise of relaxation but heavy with the all that is waiting on the other side of this watershed.