The Perfect Day

June 9, 2008
The waves are calm and dull.
Then suddenly the sky turns grey,
They waves grow to heights unimaginable.
The wave’s crash!
Falling against the rough beaches sands.
Being the first out I catch the best of the storm.
My body grows tired as the waves fade away.
I swim back to shore for another perfect day.

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