I start off drifting without knowing where I may land. The direction is arbitrary and the destination is unknown. The light may or may not be bright enough to see… sometimes I float blindly through darkness while others I am led by a brilliant wash of daylight. Inevitably I’ll stop and take stock of my position… try and make sense of the surround… absorb its meaning if it has any and create it if it doesn’t. After the pause I close my eyes and feel directed, guided by the wind of something other… something outside… something not from me. It drives me and there is no waiting… it spills me toward the end and I surf mindlessly to a conclusion. As I approach it I may…. from time to time not always… I may stop and think for a moment… I may collect myself… I may reclaim control and try and steer into the slip without banging up against the edges… and if all is well and good I’ll get out and admire the beauty of the wake.