| illuminating the surf. | |
| Author | Entry Date |
|---|---|
| Chris S. Schwenk | 11/13/2003 |
| Of the Central Coast of California, the day was wearing dim, about a half inch of red light rested on the endless horizon, a half inch of what illuminated the entire day now existed, assisting our will to surf. The waves were breaking, four feet swells, nice rides, good enough to take your mind of what the week prior had done to diminish your weekend. Slowly, my Guys and I watched the horizon fade to black. And we kept riding. glimmering renditions of moonlight spelt between the passing rainclouds, and I was doing what I loved to do. The beach was empty, completely silent as I walked down my longboard. And I relized, God exists, and I'm in heaven. We kept going into the darkest hours of the night. But the passing by motorist on the Pacific Coast Highway left me feeling that I had company and no matter what, I was never alone. And the waves kept coming, we sat on our boards for a little rest, and we didn't have to mention it, it was apparent, all of us knew, it doesn't get any better than this. | |
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