So here I am at the end of this journey. Time has slipped away, I am rolling forward like a ship on a stormy sea.
The faces, the crew were all faces so familiar, but people I hardly knew. And here they go, to slip away from me so soon. I won't ever see most of them again. Is that so bad? This is always what you want right? Constant upheaval? Constant change?
But what if I wanted just a little more stability? Just a few more people who will bind themselves to my mast and stick close through sunshine and hurricane?
The fine line comes up again. I want the best of both worlds. Always the happy medium. Always.