The water’s lovely. But it’s not always safe swimming.
It’s easy enough to get distracted when there’s interesting and exciting things going on.
Time slips by. A relentless trickle, washing the sediment of life down to the sea of oblivion.
It only takes a second to slip and fall into the torrent. Or dive right in.
To let go.
To let life carry us where it decides, and to hell with fighting the tide.
Before we know it, we’re a long way from where we started, and even further from where we want to be.
And there are few things in life more miserable than wet clothes and a long walk home.