Surfing at Sunset

There's something about surfing at sunset.

Maybe your hands feel like ice cubes.

Maybe your ribs ache against the surfboard.

Maybe your arms hang, limp as noodles.

 

But there's something about surfing at sunset

because maybe the water's surface sparkles like a kalaidoscope.

Maybe a ride feels like flight.

Maybe the stillness matters as much as the crash

 

because there's something about surfing at sunset. 

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Me
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