And so she listens to her self made internet radio portal, laptop upon her knees, looking for a spoon of inspiration with which she might stir a new tide. It comes in the form of Halleluja and a text from an unexpected friend, reminding her that today's destiny is just one page. In fact the patterns of the waves that she watches today are different then those she will witness tomorrow. Her keystrokes accompany the rhythm of the eukaleli in Somewhere Over the Rainbow and she inhales deeply with each sighing exhale of the ocean.
Because today's dissatisfactory current will leave the sea weed tea leaves that explain tomorrow's adventure and be but a forgotten page soon enough.