Ahoy!

It's like sailing through butter. Sometimes it's frozen, and sometimes it's melty, and usually it's right in-between, where you can slip through and back and forth without much resistance but still feeling like you're getting somewhere. It's the pushback at the edges, where you can see really well because you're not looking too hard. The air is solid! Cut through it like the prow-l of a shift. Get to another island: that's life, alone on a boat, going through vast expanses, weathering the turbulent surface, hoping the monsters beneath don't get you while you flit from one oasis to the next.

Isn't it?