A journey begins softly with the falling of a leaf. Down the stream you only know the motion is certain. Jostled with anticipation, for the uncertainty will manifest with a roar or a soothing babble. You can clash with the current but remember the past, the rapids lying before you are weak to the rudder of your wake. Firm yourself with battle tested grip, the water may chop and gnash against your pulse. But look square and deepen your breath, some journeys are never easy.