They clothe their women

As the rock we live on
continues it's wobble
thru space

The seasons change

Winter begets Spring
Spring begets Summer
but before that
There's some
sliver of time
when there is
a period of
great heat
totally not representative
of the season
and of course
some
fog

It smells like 
coastal sage

and it never fails
to take me back
to the days
when morning
was a time
to consume
as much coffee
as possible
and try to
suss out
a ride to the beach

always
a Christmas morning
event
to unwrap
what ever swell
had arrived
overnight

It was never
a
Know before you go
situation
more
hunting and gathering

Add when all else failed
too much wind
not enough swell
too high
or too low
a tide

We were caffeinated
and at the beach

What could possibly
be better than
that