.On the Ready.

Patience, you most elusive of virtues...you sent an unexpected envoy, and I got the message.  You're slowly returning to me.

These ships, even stolen from their waters, held captive by cold pillars must wait for a time.  The quiet months, though unnatural to their desire are in their best interest.  Sea Breezes serve as reminders that Trade Winds are in their future.

So, too, I will wait content with a snapshot here and a poem there.  A stage made of steamer trunk for an audience of husband and daughter.  The Words of others, so dear to me, to be read as Sea Breezes to keep me on charge.  

Those Trade Winds are coming.  The Westerlies, that strong push...not far behind.  

Our Sails for now are safe.  

They will be made ready.