The water's too calm today. Too still. My brain keeps trying to calculate the drift speed of the tide, listening for the faint hiss of a pressure leak that isn't there. You can't check your altitude over land. There's no instrument panel for the earth. Just dirt and roots. It makes my skin crawl. If you can't trust your instruments, you have to trust your gut. And my gut is screaming that stillness is just the silence before the storm. Stay alert.