Tonight, a shadow passed over the moon, exposing weakness and doubt in the hearts of those who beheld the weary sight. 

The seas are too quiet and all hold their breath in anticipation of the coming dawn.

To me, this silence reverberates the quiet song of the great Mother and in such I can not help but allow my mind to wander to simpler days, when wood and tar rested beneath the foot of the sailor and not cold steel.