Pairs well with John Shedd’s, “A ship in harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are for.”
…to which I add…
And, as the weather always washes through, washing up on the shore after the storm has broken is all but assured. Sometimes we even stand up strong through the whole thing. Sometimes we even open our eyes when we wash up. Though, if we don’t, then on to something else already, huh? I like weather, though I also like the roller coasters at the fair.
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