Part of the serenity of watching fish is how synchronous they are. They don’t want to stand out. They move in schools, knowing their survival depends on blending in. Seeing them sway together is an incredible sight. I often wonder if so much of what causes grief for us is our desire to stand out as an individual, to not be part of the herd. I spent a good chunk of last night up writing and making revisions. I thought to myself, there is a certain beauty in watching the herd moves, even if it is not for everybody.