21.10.07

A Morning Surf 4 Papa

Got up at the crack o' dawn and there was no wind. Having that inbred surf-meter beating beyween my ears, I tip-toed my ever sandy brain out the door.

Trying desperately not to awaken any or all that were resting.

(Hey! I'm thinking about all the beauty sleep you all are getting)

Loaded up the truck, (which I actually remember how to drive) an headed for the old default surf spot.










Ver glad I did. Nice and clean, and what a way to start my day; long as they are, nothing but nothing beats getting in the water for a surf to rejuvenate your stretched soul.

Aloha.

Of course, now I am working Da Pink.

1 comment:

alan said...

Pretty soon you're going to have a little buddy waiting at the door for you!

alan