Same is the Sky to Sea...

It is chance upon days like these that we look down at the board between our legs and hum in quiet melody to ourselves...

The late afternoon sea sits perfectly still! So still that you almost want to wake yourself and prove that it never happened. (think about that for a moment)

It is chance alone that creates afternoons like these...


For the first time in so many years I finally slid off my board and submerged myself into the Pacific. I closed my eyes and listened to the water crack and spark. I listened to the reef and barnacles chirp and agree... I would've listened forever.

Wise tendencies.
Lose ends.
Desire for the untrodden.