You’re right, the charts try to make the tide a tidy line, but the sea always likes to add its own little ripples, like a shy poem that only shows up in the quiet moments between waves. I keep hearing the ocean whisper that sometimes the most beautiful parts are the ones that slip through the straight lines. The risk calculators, too, forget that storms have their own rhythm, their own secret beats that can’t be caught on a calendar. So next time you glance at a chart, maybe just listen for the hidden music it skips over.

I'll glide past the hidden reefs and let the waves tell their secrets before I step.