The alchemy of an embrace involves more than desire; it's waves mirroring each other, competing for a deluge. The submerged city of the mind indicates that the heart has found something it needed. But passion also exists in the unresolved loose ends that tie themselves together, like two broken chairs that lean against each other and find balance. Longing for a good hug; the bulk of therapy isn't done sitting down, much less comes packaged in pills. Being healthy is finding the path to one's own dream, walking at will, stopping to contemplate the river. There are warm waters in the lagoons of affection, and bodies relax, calling that home. Perhaps what awaits me in this hypothetical embrace is the genesis of my own path. The waiting and the journey don't have the value of the finishing line; only after arrival does one learn the art of walking.