Fleeting
This morning was a little like chasing rainbows and unicorns. The elusive perfect little left or right was always at arms length and off in the distance. A fleeting sight of something surfable only to straighten up and implode on the bank. It's a pity as conditions are magic with light winds, sunshine and beautiful clean lines of swell.
Maybe another tide, another time, another beach... somewhere's got to be working.
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Murray