The_Perfect_Wave

The Perfect Wave The Perfect Wave The sky was crystal blue. There was a slight breeze blowing off of the shore tickling the treetops causing the birds to chirp quietly. The palms were rustling gently almost in unison with the crashing of the waves, like a natural symphony. Each wave crumbled slowly up the beach in foaming broken lines, only to peel back down the beach, slowly and casually through the soft clean sand. As each wave leaves the beach the small eating antennae of sand crabs are visible, catching microscopic organisms of all types. In stark contrast to the beautiful setting, where the sand ends, the cars and pavement begin. The beautiful beach is lined with old Volvos and Volkswagens. All of the cars have empty surfboard racks. As I turn back towards the water, I look out at the waves. They are packed, but there are plenty of waves for everyone. I struggle into my wetsuit as quickly as possible, rushing to get into the water. With a freshly waxed board and my wetsuit pulled on, I sprint into the water, diving onto the board and using the momentum to skim reef, artificial, reefs, waves, shore, sand, sea, near, fishing, wave, surf, small, offshore, beach, out, ball, platforms, made, different, create, both, being, water, species, oil, often, erosion, each, construction, causing, bags, areas, years, washing, success