The sea was calm and I rowed happily with my loneliness. I saw a cover of mist marching to defeat visibility. My boat tumbled for sometime and I bobbed in the sea. 'Was it a shark slap or a violent under current?' No, everything is right except the marching mist. My boat travelled, I swam to catch it and prayed Him for my survival. Ah, this is the boat. My hand caught its bar. And lo, I was onto the boat. ‘Thank God.’ I looked upward and sighed.