Surfer, Sand, Sea

One of those brilliant bright days along the Pacific central coast, light the moreso with the play of clouds and skies going dark to to stark.

Alone on the beach, a desolate place of privacy and not easy access. There’s something nearby of civilization, a hose on hand to wash clear to salt and sand when ready; a house ramshackle or spectacular somewhere in the hill behind him. And he sits on a long ago wood deck that’s being absorbed back into the elements. He watches where he’s just done battle with the Pacific. Watching to see what he’s missing on shore, what’s lost and found, feeling the connecting in his flesh alive with the pounding he got, with the wind, with the sun.

4 thoughts on “Surfer, Sand, Sea

    • Bless you Kate!
      I need to do more of it, keep encouraging me, I’ll keep encouraging you. So many books need finishing.
      And thanks for all you do on your BigSurKate site. I love it, and you, so.


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