A faint blue light that night drifted through the window of the child’s room. It sparked his interest, reminding him of something he hadn’t seen in a long time. Tip toeing out of bed, through the hall across the soft carpet, down the silent stairs, to the wooden floor that approached the front door, the child anxiously peered again at the soft blue light, and smiled because he remembered what would come to pass. Out the door his feet against the cool concrete, this time setting out on a summer night, with adventure brimming in his mind. Yet something was queer… and he rubbed his eyes and realized the light was gone, and alone and dumbfounded he stood in the street. Not tonight. Yet the spark of adventure still thrived within him, waiting for the right moment. In another time and place a lad strolled along a field in a valley he once knew quite well. He’s got important matters to attend to most of the time, a future ahead of him. Yet something drew him to this place on this crisp autumn day. The sky wasn’t always so cloudy and the grass wasn’t always so stiff, he starts to remember. The sun used to light up the whole valley side and warm him as he danced, not alone, along the sea of green, and the memory awakens in him a youthly vigor and excitement. Not too far gone yet, the lad still lives in simple times. To an unfortunate fate our attention can be cast. Shipwrecked. Two brothers commandeered two seperate vessels, both exploring yet neither agreeing on which water to travel. The one brother took the river, as it had beautiful scenery along the bank and he knew the river as a youth. The other brother warned the river was too shallow. This brother chose to take the open sea, with it’s proclaimed adventures and uncertainty. The first brother warned the sea was dangerous and the waters deep. Neither body of water proved safe, and both ventures resulted in shipwrecks. Yet they were both alright and chuckled, for there lay something special in the moon.