The eternal nomad is seized by the homelands and kept on safe shores by an inconvenient cough and the hoi polloi reaction to it. He must seize moments from the untamed universe to sate his wanderlust, ponder and make plans of escape. In the horizon, the storm and Poseidon’s favourites await. He can feel the invite and their challenge in the waves that bend the evening and break on his feet. In response he sips his coffee and smirks and misses his dark eyed Christmas gift that likes to dance.