The sky is dim. The first morning rays are just creeping over the horizon. The waves are solid four foot, but there is a long wait between sets. Sitting in the deep water off the edge of the reef, I bob up and down with my housing, waiting patiently for a surfer to see a lump worth riding. My mind starts to wander. I can't help but think of what could be below.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Spooky
The sky is dim. The first morning rays are just creeping over the horizon. The waves are solid four foot, but there is a long wait between sets. Sitting in the deep water off the edge of the reef, I bob up and down with my housing, waiting patiently for a surfer to see a lump worth riding. My mind starts to wander. I can't help but think of what could be below.
