Where did it all begin? These are simple questions, but just as the humid summer air that can be felt but not touched, the answers are elusive.

If a boat is shattered by a storm, the desperate passengers cling to the floating pieces of the hull. In that moment, it’s not a broken boat. To a drowning man, it’s a floating miracle.

Duck wasn’t sure if it was optimism or fantasy, but hope had been such uncharted waters for him recently that he was having difficulty navigating them.

Eli was right. The measure of success isn’t what you gain. It’s what you pay to get it.