Today the ocean smelled like a pair of old musty balls.
Snaking through the sand in a low tide
the missing members of a kelp forest
inched towards the rocks.
A surfer,
running towards the board that had flown from his feet
shoulder length locks that caught the sun just so..
sculpted stature encased in a slinky wetsuit
and a great.big.smile. crossed my face
Hmmmmmmmm...
and then I thought, "Who knows, maybe he doesn't like Woody Allen movies."
God love um.
