Getting to be that time of year
I normally surf in the mornings
I like the stillness of the new day
slight off shores
the dawn revealing peaky goodness.
But the Fall,
she has other ideas.
ridiculously fat morning tides,
not to mention slipping into wet booties.
Fall suggests I change my tact
maybe a slow meander to the beach
arriving around the crack of noon.
the tide is out
and the air temp
has risen to a respectable level.
light winds have replaced morning glass with a slight texture
Too bad it's still flat