Dear Christopher Walken, from the land of rising tides, we salute you

Dear Christopher Walken, et al.,

We've been floating on this boat for the better part of two weeks, fueled by smiling faces, secrets revealed, and holiday dance parties. Anchored in a bay with a stunning view of the stars, the sunrise, sunset, and a moon ringed by a cloudy halo, reminding us that indeed there is something beyond our own planet, we've been bobbing to a playlist of our own creation.

Slowly, though, the tide is going back out; we're running out of water. When it happens, when we hit bottom, we'll let down the rope ladders and all climb down and do what we need to do on solid ground for a while. We'll go our seperate ways and continue what we were working on so diligently before we got picked up, radomly, by the HMS Kampala.

At some point the water will come back in, pulled by the the gravity of the very same moon. When you feel your toes start to get wet, find a boat, climb back up the rope ladder, and meet your new shipmates. Even though the chances of us all finding ourselves on the same boat again are minimal, it's still worth entertaining the idea. At the least just know that we've sailed this one to the best of our abilities.

No matter where we end up we'll all be captains, leaders, the ones to pour the first shot and last ones to go bed.

When the tide comes back in, find your vessel and float along, confidently, with reckless abandon, and with arms outstreched to whoever wants to hop onbaord.

Peace, love, and Wow! from the land rising tides,

James