A blue horizon

When you spend enough time roaming the heavens in a fast jet, you learn that storms are a local phenomenon in the geographical domain. You move in them, enter one, go around another, always working your way towards the blue.

When you spend enough time roaming the high seas in a slow boat, you learn that storms are a local phenomenon in the time domain. They will come, and they will go, and even the most heart-wrenching, vicious ones (given enough time) will eventually pass, and the blue that was there beforehand will reign again.

And so it is the edict of life that no matter what you are going through and where you are, in the sky going through a storm in an airplane, or on the ocean sea in a boat having the storm go through you; on the other side... It's blue.