Spent the last few days getting pummeled by the waves & paddling out (this time more actually/less metaphorically for inspiration.) Lately I haven’t caught a thing, honestly, but I have been beaten so senseless that for once, at night, my brain isn’t spinning endlessly with what if’s but is pretty content to turn in and let it be, and early. Complaining about the lasting sweat of summer memories isn’t doing a thing, but it does have me reflecting on subjects lacking relevance when talked of in present tense. I am dying for change and travel and mystery and feeling new again, but in some ways, I wonder if this heat isn’t a little punishment for acting a little recklessly this summer under the assumed agreement that this season would soon be passing….So, I am trying to savor it yet learn to shed fantasies of “what could be,” and just be. So, surfing has been good for me, because if nothing else, it gives me a few minutes reprieve from my minds endless spinning.