A slow meander to the beach

I normally surf in the mornings

after the stillness of a watched breath
the stillness of the new day unfolds
slight off shores

the dawn reveals nuggets of peaky goodness

But the Fall,

she has other ideas

foggy mornings
side shore winds

ridiculously fat morning tides

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!