I get the chills late at night walking along the ocean's edge. Looking out to sea and spying only the foaming turberlance at my feet, sets the goose bumps running along my arm. Cruising in the Caribbean, my late night visits to our balcony are few and far between. The smells, the darkness, the depths all come together for a goulash of an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. During the day out on the balcony, life is grand. Sitting with Elenka, a good book, a glass of wine, and it almost can't get any better. Ten hours later, in almost total blackness, it's just plain creepy. I'm uncomfortable. I won't stay long. Terra firma is a place I love in darkness.