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I may from time to time, be face deep in water.  Yet magically, and somehow inevitably, still seek out the blush of light.  As I drop it, drop it low now, a frog instantly scared the pixels out of me.  A fine reminder of how intrusive human steps can be on one sleeping nature.

I thought to myself. If the water keeps rising and the unwelcome temperature seems a bit too cold, retreat.  Retreat to what brings you light, think of the most organic of places, with sounds of calm and presence to embrace you.  Mind the frogs and carry on.