Mr. Miyagi would be proud.

Once again, it's very early in the morning and I'm sitting here in the dark contemplating the ebb and flow of life. The downpour over the last thirty-six hours has done strange things to the landscape as well as the wildlife. It's really rather interesting watching how nature responds in a time of crisis. There is balance in everything, and life will always maintain that balance. The water spreads and the land contracts and vice-versa, both carrying with them their own life-forms. It's a struggle as old as life itself, although I prefer to think of it as a sort of flowing dance. The energy flows from one form to another, through organisms and through the gross physical change of the landscape. It all moves slowly to and fro, fluidly, but with inexorable strength.