Anger leads to risk, but that risk doesn't have to be completely self-destructive. I found where I had abandoned my wild hair and strapped it on. The voices of reason were purposely ignored as I sought out the raw adrenaline of my choice. The afternoon sun was warm and I saw every hair on my arm as I drove. The blue sky was as crisp as a new head of lettuce and if not now, it would be never. The droning vibrated the bones in my skull and I knew it was time. The air is fluid as you dive.