Riding the waves

Up and down, sometimes huge waves that crash over me, that stop me breathing, dragging me down.

Or just bopping, the occasional hit in the head with a body board gone astray, but just getting gently sunburnt.

gorgeous day at the beach

Yeah, I’m crap at metaphors :p

Now what?

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2 Responses to “Riding the waves”

  1. Dermott Banana says:

    Just remember – there are millions of people out there who will never understand the surf you picture, at the glorious beach you’ve pictured.
    They’ll never experience the high of having a huge wave, a ten-footer pick them up from the sand and lift them into the sky.
    And they’ll never be captured by that ten-footer, or the next one, and slammed into the sand, pummelled underwater until they emerge halfway back to the high water mark.
    Merewether Beach – where the best of us learnt life has highs and life has lows, and whichever extreme has got you today is far better than a life where every day is glass-like smoothness, such as you might find on a quiet day on the nearby Lake.

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