Photo: Mark Mekenas.
Might as well have been early august.
sunny morning giving that water the elusive azure tint only found on the finest days.
wind almost non-existent.
handfull of moderate surfers in the water.
plus a guy i call bob.
ive never spoken to bob, though we always exchange pleasantries in the water.
a nod is suffice most occasions.
rarely, a verbal grunt escapes one of us
he surfs his fire wire very well.
were usually in the water at the same times.
and i find it a bit surreal that we have never spoken.
there seems to be some sort of simple understanding that we have nothing to say.
we, i guess, are simply here to ride.
to enjoy the less crowded days.
and for some reason i respect bob.
for not talking to me.
and knowing i dont want to talk either.
