silent sea
I spent my weekend learning how to windsurf, and in spite of the chafed knees, the nasty cut on the sole of my right foot, the splinter in my heel, the miniscule, invisible but definitely discernable fibreglass cuts on my finger tips, it's been a while since I really tried to learn something. I love the sea, and skimming over it lightly and speedily is a delightful way to embrace it.
I'm at work but my mind is somewhere else.
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enc: I usually forget the bad parts quickly when it comes to something I like, so I'll probably eagerly go down again this weekend, and spend next week complaining about the pain like it's the first time...