Of tumult and challenge.
Of distress, worry, and self-doubt.
To trust in this?
To blindly hold on and hope?
Committed on a wandering vessel without a destination.
Worried about each wave.
Each new storm more threatening than the last.
At times, caught and spinning in whirlpools.
At others, wracked by ominous walls of water.
Days and days.
Nights and nights.
A more solid ground is slowly revealed.
The world warms.
Small, shaky steps test the earth.
A renewed and New Land.
Day 41, hello.