It's pivotal, this undercurrent that swirls within us all. Like insignificant leaky boats, we wade on our individual sea, casting our lines faithfully into the salty unknown. I have thought of better days to catch a fish - days where the skies open up and swallow me into the bellies of whales. I get tongue tied and pressed for time, this solitary traveler with no ticket for two. It's there though. It's in us all. The lonely, the rich, the poor, the blissful, the wasted - washing in and out like the roaring of tides. Sometimes I feel you, just you. Hair like seaweed glistening in the sandy sun. I know better than to believe in mermaids and sapphire reefs, but this undertow gets me every time. You get me, my open water fantasy. So, I'll throw this line in again and again, not because I am a hopeless romantic, or an adventurer in want of a perfect catch - but because I am a fisherman, a wanderer like yourself, just waiting for something to happen.