Surfbird

The sweet afterglow of a delicious day wafts over the horizon, delicately dancing a slow waltz across the drifting lines of swelldom, not a sound is heard beyond the sleepy shorebreak and twinkling stars. We are safe and sound, basking in the warmth of a purposeful day spent in the pursuit of truth. Surf and epiphanies were had and horizons expanded, as time slowly turns the afterglow dimmer switch to night.