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Today I got home from work, looked out the window, changed into my bathing suit, and went out surfing. I’m still not very good, but I love it. When you catch a wave and ride it in, it feels like flying. The closest I can think of to this feeling is hang gliding. Something about being carried somewhere by the air or the water in a very peaceful way makes me very happy.
When I got out of the water, the sun was setting over the bay. Both the eastern and western skies looked amazing so I snapped a few shots. Evenings like these make me feel a little better about being here.
