Some days I believe in transformation and redemption, other days I feel fate has us in its grip and no act can take back what has already been chosen. Long ago I used to run from the mainland out to the island. On rough days I would watch for the moment when even if the engine failed I would be carried ashore and make it home. I knew I was safe then. I gauge the wind and watch the currents, scan the horizon for the shore I can call home.