All returns are different. Like everything else, like people in their lives, each living within his own prism, or his own wheelhouse. How we walk, how we smile or not, what books we read… All of the things we touch and think on through the days, then how we return to sort thru the pages and the rubble. Soft. For me right now, returning from holiday, I return softly. And here is a photo that can be entered, but only if it is softly. Pull the oars through the water, but don’t disturb it. Make no waves or splashes. Let the water drip from the oars as they are held above the water, and be silent. Listen.