Reeling

Maybe he found the picture of her polaroid beauty pinned underneath the front windshield wipers, maybe he did not. At some point Armalat either missed an opportunity with the picture flying off at 60mph while cruising along the highway, or found her face and wondered how did this polaroid of a cute girl become pinned underneath his wiper blade. He was excited and his mind drifted off to a surfer brunnette standing on the side of the road, smile on her face, a flirting countenance.

They all four paddled out this early morning, an hour or two ago, breakfast grillings wafting through the beach parking lot / campsite. Running down the hill, Paritsotp's stomach felt empty, his wet suit cold, scratching against his skin was yesterday's mornining granuals. He sits behind the laptop, reclining in his favorite evening chair, watching Pismo Beach sunset online, the grandeous pink suset fills the screen. Tired from the morning session, his body is gladfully worn, muscles relaxed and strong.

Reeling down the line, Paritsotp crouched relaxed, right in the pocket, just gliding fast along the general, a single fin army green plank. This board is thick, about four inches, it is a coarse finish, and the rails hard, square at the bottom creating a corky floaty board. He locks in for the floater and dials it, getting speed of the lip and landing solid, a fun ride.

His buddies catch some fun ones. They talk story and admire the dolphins swimming around them. The clouds are high, calm grey atmosphere.....