beach short

He staggered through the bushes onto the beach, his eyes rolled back and mouth horribly agape. Dropping to his knees before the waves, he clenched his fists and teeth and shook his arms in the air. For a moment his neck sagged to one side, bowing to the ocean. Then, in a culmination of despair he screamed at the water, "I crawled out of you, now tell me what I should do!"

humming eighty venus

To collect the anxieties with the hopefulness in one corner of the mind long enough to neutralize them into comfortable boredom with which one can do something.