And now the ocean is in my head.

In the last week, from several unrelated angles it has come to my attention that I haven't thought about what I learned in and from Hawaii in a long time. I lived there for 5 years as a teenager courtesy of Uncle Sam, and honestly it wasn't until I left that I really got involved with certain elements of the culture. I found a teacher without really looking (I find it interesting that I justify this thusly) who showed me ways of doing things that make sense in my brain. I've always felt at home on mountains and at sea, which is probably why I've landed in Seattle.
I have a thing, a project that simply must be done in a fortnight, and I've been working on it for a while. I'm looking forward to being done, to having time to focus on other things. One of the first things I'm going to do is re-read some of the books I have on how to connect with my feet again.

Yes, I'm Capt. Vague-pants of the Imprecise Infantry, 2nd Division. We've only just met. I'll warm up soon enough...