I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress
known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning
paper, all language barriers down,
rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.
One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh