It was a beautiful morning. The sun was bright, and the breeze was brisk. White clouds paraded across a brilliant blue sky. Jubilant gulls soared and swooped above the glistening waves. In the distance, a sailboat sped towards the cloud bank of an impending squall. As I watched him charge into the shadows head-on, I wondered if he was prepared for the imminent storm that lay ahead. - Peter Ellenshaw