In watery realms, I find my place, guiding journeys with rhythmic grace. Held in hand, I dance on waves, a silent partner sailors crave.

I'm gentle in a meadow, deadly in a fight, I spin above your ceiling on a summer night, Each morning at your mirror I kiss you clean, And, under every skater I carve the frozen scene.

From fancy ships, to rough days in a truck, keeping one of these avoids a clusterproblem! In the wilderness, a cabin keeps many of these, but also flashes with fire in a thing with tubes.

Striking monochrome; Agate dressed in deepest black Veins whisper lace white

a large bottle of liquor, or just a way to get a grip; this six letter word, ensures your hands a tight fit.