So calm, the evening seas: I wonder at the innocence, as tiny waves tumble ashore, what hand could guide with such a gentle touch. Maybe a seagull floating above, disturbing the air just enough to urge the water on; or a dying breath of a far away breeze, barely more than the soft beating of the butterfly in flight. And I wonder if deep within me I will ever find it; if I could ever find the calmness, to breathe so softly, just enough to break the wave.