Where may by the winds take us? To witch port will we find ourselves a home. We search the corners of the world like embers in the cold. yet we are left, hands and feet frozen by the harshness of today's winters. When will we find a land of sun and beach a land where the animals eyes are not filled with blood? when is the hour in witch we will once again be able to cradle lost loved ones. The answer will never be clear, but as long as there is a tomorrow waiting for me, and determination in my boots no place is safe from the rugged individual I see in the ripples of tide pools.