july

If the world ended tomorrow, one of the things I’d genuinely regret is how I should’ve surfed more

I have dreams / I often think about paddling into a wave and/or getting barreled as I’m falling asleep. or doing cutback, roundhouse etc etc. Sometimes the drop is too steep I don’t even make it (wtf it’s my dream let me do what I want) yeah it’s the feeling though. Anyways this is mostly a reminder to myself - find a way to get in the water, no need to force it but it beckons

creating and destroying; flying cars, roc.camera, july.rocks

I thought you meant web surfing in the first paragraph, and was about to suggest to perhaps connect your fingers with the lawn outside

I’m not a surfer, but I did bodyboard often in heavy swell in my younger years and it’s a feeling I’ll never forget.

A highlight was when I experienced a gorgeous NYE sunrise at 5–6am while riding glassy waves with no one around, after a night out celebrating the new year on a remote island in the southern hemisphere

I’ve understood the appeal of being a beach bum ever since