Here I am in my ocean again. You pushed me or I threw myself in at the sight of you, at the quake of you running through my boards. A sunny day and a light breeze dancing upon the waves enchant me and make it hard to see — well, them or your eyes. I don’t mind loosing ground; I wade or fathom, now: your ocean or mine? I invite you in. Either I would hold my breath to explore your depths or would you provide some oxygen?