Epiphany 10

I am a surfer on sadness.

Sometimes i'm freezing. I get struck down by relentless waves. My freckled face is constantly sprayed by salty mist so i squint. My vision becomes compromised. The horizon is ambiguous twilight.

Sometimes i feel all alone. Sometimes i am all alone.

But i get back on my surfboard and do it all over anyway.

And hopefully, once in a while, a bystander admires how good my butt looks in the ocean.