First you hear the roar of the waves upon the shore
crashing in their unrelentless quest
then you smell the brine and the washed up weed and slime
and it boosts your spirits high with such zest
As you trudge between the dunes you note the setting of the moon
and you wonder will the sunrise be aglow
but the clouds are rolling in and there’s rain upon the wind
so a day upon the beach is not the go
I feel the beckon of the surf and right now this is my turf
I am gonna get to hang just right
There’s just something that I feel when I surf cos that’s the deal
So I’ll run across the beach into the light
I’m not a surfer [pretended to be a surfie chick once – hated the sand & the sunburn lol]
But this shot Into the Light from the awesomly talented Ms Gabryshak had me remembering waking up in the dunes on cold mornings poking your head out of the tiny 2 man tents to see the guys in their wet suits eagerly, gleefully running for the breakers.
I often wondered if this was what Penguins thought of life and the world!