Right now I am at the bar, after just opening and throwing on some Enigma. I am a little earlier than usual this morning after having a decent 5:30 session with Larry, Brett, Pat, Adam, and Les. The waves were okay, but the pelicans were certainly my highlight. With just the slighest offshore breeze, the pelicans were still able to glide just above the waves. They pass in groups of 5 to 10 without making a sound, just silent beauty like paddling through glassy water in between sets. The morning was grey, but still and beautiful.
This time of year, many parts of the town have the sweet but bitter smell of rotting fruit as the mango trees shed hundreds of mangoes throughout the streets and yards. Piles of the rotting orange and yellow flesh provided highlights of bright color on the early morning grey walk to the beach from the Soda, as the light rain gave us a taste of moisture on our skin before diving in for the paddle out. Larry picked up a mango on the walk, and rinsed it in the ocean for a pre-session sweet snack. This is truly a land for senses.
I feel content this morning. I feel a little excited in a boyish kind of way, I think probably about a date I hope to go on this week. I don't have a whole lot of thoughts this morning, just a feeling of peace. Maybe it's the Enigma. Or Olie licking herself on the bar by my computer. Or Jake sleeping under the table next to me. Or the grey sky. Or the rolling waves. Or the ever so slight breeze now coming from the sea. Or maybe it's just me.
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