An early morning alarm clock sounds. It seems all the rest of the world is fast asleep, all the rest but for a few dedicated souls. Darkness still casts its shadow over the land. Dawn is approaching quickly as is the time to arrive at work. All work and no play will only make matters worse. So you pry yourself from your warm bed. After all, it IS 28 degrees Fahrenheit and it COULD be colder. IT IS colder elsewhere. The water is a brisk 45.8 degrees and is dropping slightly every day. IT COULD BE COLDER. IT WILL BE COLDER. You arrive at an empty beach to find the first hues of pale greys slowly turn to hindered shades of the darkest most gloomy blues. The first signs of daylight. IT LOOKS COLD. Not too far off the beach you begin to notice white walls of water turning end over end. You notice it's lining up. You think it's head high. You won't know until more light finds its way to the horizon. You listen for the larger waves crashing like thunder on the reef. Excitement begins to gnaw at you much like the cold slowly eats away at your finger tips. You stand outside your warm vehicle trying to get an idea of what's going on 100 yards off shore. You've got nothing left to do but wait. Suit up. It's looking fun out there and you are all alone. This is home. This is what you live for. This is what you love. This is what you need to survive, much like food and water. This is New England. We are a breed of our own. We have hypothermia breathing down our backs. We surf until we lose feeling in our feet and we'll do it all over again tomorrow. Eat Sleep Dream Live & Breathe Surf. JB
