I am afloat. Lying on my back in the water, floating. Be it a shallow creek, a latent pond, a calm lake, a flowing stream, a smooth sea, a vast ocean, or a simple bathtub, I am soothed by floating in water. In this place I am able to breathe deeply, soundly. When the breath enters my body and travels through the expanse of my frame, I hold it momentarily. In that moment before the release, I am in a dynamic I have searched for my entire life. Everything is clear. I find much sought after answers to the mysterious questions whirling about within. In this place, I find forgiveness for my father's departure. Not for leaving me, but for having to go.