It doesn’t happen often anymore, but when it does it’s almost as good as before . . . almost, but not quite the same. The waves aren’t as long, the sea not as wet, yet strangely the ebb and flow more frequent and easier to obtain. One time before, two times again, multiplied by ten . . . that is the ocean of now. Minus you.

Bing goes my mind, bang goes my body, bada goes my heart with a boom in my soul . . . 2022 is here.