Riding the waves

December 4, 2012 · 2 comments

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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Dermott Banana December 4, 2012 at 11:43 am

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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kelley @ magnetboldtoo December 5, 2012 at 3:19 pm

xx

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