It might be the last surf until spring and I'm surfin' solo today much like I did in Maui. My once trusty surf buddies here in town have all fallen in love with something besides surfing– Her. Whoever she is, she is not me.
In the absence of being sandwiched between 500-thread-count and warm skin I’ve discovered the necessity of taking up a hobby. A dangerous one. Just like love, surfing can dash you on the rocks.