What do you do if there's a falling out of love? Do you shake the stagnant waters or simply go to where there are mountains? These days I feel like I have been settling for an in-between. From the mountains, I look out into the water. Watching still waters gives me peace but also a sense of aching. I yearn for waves, a sort of signal that there's still life. Hopeful that in the distance, there's still love.