It was fun taking Sprout surfing with me when she was as tiny as a seaweed pod and more safely portable. In the beginning no one else knew she was there either. She was my small secret while we shared the same space. Now I’m on my own when I’m surfing, of course, seeing the sun showoff better than fireworks as it sets, while Scott tries to feed her a bottle at home. I’m not ungrateful for the alone time, although sometimes when I kick out of a long set wave I still say “That was a good one Sprout!” forgetting she can’t hear me because she’s likely crying her head off at home since she hates the idea of trying to be deceived by silicone.
I keep having this dream where I’m on a boat, sailing around these sea-stacks that are so tall you can’t see the sun at all when you’re anywhere near them. It’s magical and it’s scary. I guess it’s kind of like real life.
Last night I had this dream I was surfing this mysto-wave in some harbor all by myself. It was an amazing left, but the only catch was there was a hammerhead shark below. Then, when I quietly tried to sneak out of the water, two clownfish the size of dolphins kept jumping into my arms. I had to keep throwing them back. How could I explain to them that they belonged in the water and not with me on land? I couldn’t, so I ended up batting them away with swim fins that magically appeared in my hands. Then I accidentally hurt one. I think I dreamed this because I’ve been eating chicken lately.
It’s been so hot around here that we have two fans on full-blast in our room. They actually kind of blow your hair around, which is saying a lot since I’m in desperate need of a haircut and basically have dreads by nightfall. This hurricane-inspired weather sure makes for some nice sunsets though. The clouds are like puzzle pieces arranging themselves together while I’m arranging this story in my head. The air clings around you like that new expanding foam insulation I saw on HGTV. There’s a helicopter headlight peaking through the cloud-puzzle, disguising itself as the first star in the sky. All the kids are out after school surfing until dark, trying to hold on to summer. I feel like I’m at recess again.
As I come up from the beach, the crickets are out already claiming the night and the sand pipers are squeaking to each other on their way home.