Perfection.

Perfection
Grabbing the block of wax in my hand, gently rubbing it against the fiberglass, looking out to sea, I think to myself, "perfect."
There is a gentle offshore breeze blowing, and the swell is coming in. I grab my suit, and wiggle into it like an epileptic having a seizure (truly the most exhausting part of the day), grab my board, and tiptoe across the rocks like a ballerina crossed with a mountain climber, put on my leash, and jump into the water.
I paddle across the glassy ocean, occasionally duckdiving under a broken wave, until I am completely exhausted. Finally I sit comfortably outside and rest a little while waiting for a wave. With a glassy ocean and hollow waves, I can't ask for more...
Then after a while, the first set rolls in. I let someone else take the first wave, knowing the wave in the middle is always the biggest. I turn around, and start paddling as hard as I can, the wave picks me up, and as I get to the top I give one last paddle and stand up. The wave takes me with a lot of power, I shoot out on the face, and glide across the glassy surface. I give it a few turns, spitting out spray at the top, and then I crouch down, sticking my hand on the face. The lip is curling, and then it barrels over me. I take my hand out of the water and shoot out of the pocket. I am in total bliss, and relief. Take a last turn before turning off and paddling back out, to do it all over again, and again, until my arms turn to jelly.
After four hours I get out, totally exhausted, thinking to myself, "perfect."
The Fafanator
What do you think?
Grabbing the block of wax in my hand, gently rubbing it against the fiberglass, looking out to sea, I think to myself, "perfect."
There is a gentle offshore breeze blowing, and the swell is coming in. I grab my suit, and wiggle into it like an epileptic having a seizure (truly the most exhausting part of the day), grab my board, and tiptoe across the rocks like a ballerina crossed with a mountain climber, put on my leash, and jump into the water.
I paddle across the glassy ocean, occasionally duckdiving under a broken wave, until I am completely exhausted. Finally I sit comfortably outside and rest a little while waiting for a wave. With a glassy ocean and hollow waves, I can't ask for more...
Then after a while, the first set rolls in. I let someone else take the first wave, knowing the wave in the middle is always the biggest. I turn around, and start paddling as hard as I can, the wave picks me up, and as I get to the top I give one last paddle and stand up. The wave takes me with a lot of power, I shoot out on the face, and glide across the glassy surface. I give it a few turns, spitting out spray at the top, and then I crouch down, sticking my hand on the face. The lip is curling, and then it barrels over me. I take my hand out of the water and shoot out of the pocket. I am in total bliss, and relief. Take a last turn before turning off and paddling back out, to do it all over again, and again, until my arms turn to jelly.
After four hours I get out, totally exhausted, thinking to myself, "perfect."
The Fafanator
What do you think?