Sunday, 23 December 2012

Rough Sun, Strong winds, no waves.

Having Surfed everyday the last few days the waves have become fickle creatures, hiding in deep water. Today they refused to surface all together. Sometimes I feel the ocean mimics our self, I've been escaping the holiday craziness by slipping away in the current of windy seas. Time for me to dwell on the land, find soil between my toes and roots in my bones. Perhaps then I'll find the sea ready to play.

Off to the woods I go, find me in the trees on the clearest path to the universe, through the wilderness.

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