Single Fin

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Ernest Hemingway

  • 25th
  • April
  • 2010

Moments

I’m riding my board in waist deep powder on a slightly overcast day. I take a toe side turn and can feel the snow spray on my shoulder. I turn on my heel edge and get the spray from my previous turn hit my face. I sit on my board in the ocean with the orange glow of the sun on the horizon. A wave is coming; I paddle for it and slide down its translucent green face.

These types of memories are inspirational and unforgettable. They allow me to wake up in the morning with a big smile on my face; Worries are erased and troubles forgotten. I feel truly blessed to live in the Pacific Northwest.

Spring is here and the smells of bloom are in the air. The cherry blossom petals create a carpet beneath my feet. The sun becomes brighter as each day grows longer. I dream of warmer days that I’ll spend reading and swimming at the beach. For now its simple walks in the forest seeing my breathe in the air. Watching the dappled light shine through the trees and a deer in the distance.

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