It really is the medicine for what ails you, isn't it? Karen and Bruce loaded up the truck early this morning, and I went down to Matanzas to meet them. Junior joined us, too. I dragged her board down the boardwalk, since I had borrowed it for surfing lessons.
It was so good to have Junior back from her family reunion debacle, and such fun, riding the little swell, glassy and greenish. Bob caught the outside, and told me about what I missed, but it didn't phase me much. Surfing the inside break, I got to see Bruce walk the board after a classic bottom turn, and Karen catch a bunch of peelers. We had some fun, laughing in the sunshine.
Nothing matters much, when you are out there in the ocean.
The trials of the last week continue to fade. Nothing is as bad as it seems, especially when past that initial moment of impact.
You move on, and realize things are pretty good all the way around, after all.
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