EN (English)Futhorc
Lagu is water, and the Anglo-Saxon poem is unusually anxious about it: seemingly endless to men, if they venture on an unsteady ship, and the sea-waves terrify them. A medium you have committed to and cannot steer. October puts you on something already underway that you cannot simply step off. The counsel is about the vessel rather than the sea. Check what you are crossing in before the weather rather than after, and stop assessing the water, which will do as it does regardless of your opinion of it. Spend the month on the hull rather than on the forecast, since only one of the two answers to you.
