purged, the damn broken, the pressure relieved, and away it goes, on the river wild, for a short time class V, but then, calm, quiet, the heartache disappears, at least for a little while, like a balloon attached to a weight put into a lake, kept underneath the surface, and then the weight is removed, and WHOOSH! the balloon rushes to the surface, eager to escape, and leaps out of the water, continues to rise, until buffetted by the winds, thrown about, carried and driven, away and away