The sea rages. Skies twist into violent motion as a tornado tears through the distant horizon. Waves churn in muted grays and silvers. But the center of the story is not the storm. Clinging to a buoy — small, silent, and steadfast — is a single seal. It doesn’t flee. It doesn’t fight. It endures. In a world overwhelmed by forces beyond its control, the seal becomes the heart of the piece: a quiet witness to destruction, a testament to resilience. Not heroic — just present. And in that presence, powerful. When the sky breaks open, sometimes all we are asked to do… is hold on, which is exactly what I did during a hurricane that ripped through my neighborhood. I lost my home, but I was alive, hanging onto the buoy. .